The Last Entry

This is the last entry for Fat Bill and Me.

I don't exactly know where I go from here.

I think I may go back and fill in and repost all of the 300 postings as if it were a novel. I think I deleted some of the post out of fear and some out of embarrassment at the poor quality. I will be looking for the changes that have occurred in me because of this Blog. I will also be looking for a new subject, new process and new "action theme."

There has been some growth in my skills including the way I title picture and spam the site and some constraints like the self-limiting of space for photo web hosting. Near the end I cannibalized and deeleted good former post and photos to produce new material.

All this of course is not the least bit interesting unless you're a geek and identify with the Internet. But I will use this last post to debrief and continue to clarify my new direction.

I will, at some point link to any new site I start. I truly appreciate those who commented here and those who made return visits … even if it was to trash me.

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Great to hear from you Paul .. I knew it was you. I am working on a blog project called "The Fab Book" and will post a link when I get it up. There will be a lot about our shared time and friends in it. I have told the story but never written about the time Spacely, Teske and I did the Star Trek Convention in Oakland. Spacely ask Leary for his autograph when we met him in the 'Green Room.' I had converted one of his "big shot" photo posters, placing Vulcan ears on Leary, and putting it up on the wall. Leary laughed his ass off. When Spacely asked Tim to sign another one of the posters Leary asked, "who should I sign it to? The normally cautious and sometime paranoid Spacely looked around at the FBI agents that were attached to Leary and he said "Make it out to Paul." It seems Leary misunderstood or maybe on purpose he wrote the inscription To Pol."

The End: Part 1

Sitting at the Ulupalakua Ranch Store with Mitch's (the late Reems Mitchell) statues; feeling fat; feeling old; and feeling it's time to let go.

My niece India had taken care of Mitch at the end of his life after he had a stroke and couldn't work anymore. Mitch had wonderful stories about all his character. There was one about the guy on my right in the photo ... "holding the cock that was holding his cock."

The last piece that Mitch was working on before he died was sitting on a bench in the barn on the property were I stayed. The unfinished wax sculpture of a head had, for years, sat with Mitch's credit card embedded in the dark wax of the his last piece of art. I guess he would use the card as a tool to sculpt the wonderful caricatures he did.



There was something about the smiling face of Mitch's last face that saddened me to the core. Thinking about the end, thinking about my end?

I thought about the paintings by San Francisco artist Jack O’leary that grace the walls of my home. I got them at a flea market in Albuquerque after he died. His sister came to settle his affairs and told the landlady where he lived and died … “Get rid of them, I don’t want them.”

So it that is with all things, including this blog, approaching 300 posts and three years in the making ... how does it end and then what?