Similar to the English fable, Jack was harassed and beleaguered by an ogre who just happened to be the father of the woman he hoped to marry. As in Joseph Jacob's fable, Jack's ogre met an untimely ending in his relentless pursuit of the suitor of his daughter, who, incidentally, was nicknamed Beanstalk by her friends and acquaintances. Earl E. Somers
Project:Second Time Around A Missionary's Special Mission There I was lying on a slab in the mortuary, due to be cremated the very next day. I was dead simply dead oblivious to anything that had occurred or what was yet to occur. Then I actually became aware that I was shivering (after all, it is freezing in a mortuary holding room). It was dark as I opened my eyes, wondering why I was lying naked on a hard table. Then a hand grasped mine and raised me to a sitting position. What was happening to me? I soon learned the answer.
A fantasy of a young college graduate who had a dreaman impossible dream. Dream on, young man, and dont be discouraged by skeptics. A young man and his pet cat confine themselves in his bedroom, which was strewn everywhere with computer housings, components, and microchips everywhere. His bedroom was not exactly conducive to receiving and entertaining company. The rewards of fulfilling an impossible dream by virtue of diligence and perseverance go beyond self-satisfaction. An unlikely mix of a young college graduate, his pet cats, his decision to join a fledgling Silicon Valley start-up in the microchip industry presided over by a twenty-three-year-old college coed who was responsible for getting the new venture off to a flying start. Add a cat that fulfilled ones impossible dream. Add an enterprising elder who was intrigued with the surname Greystoke and decided to conduct a heraldry search that culminated in linking the main character of this story with Lord Bradford Greystoke of English lore.
The child was sexually abused at age 5 in that 'house' located somewhere in the Tenderloin. Somehow, he managed to escape and ended up on the waterfront among San Francisco's homeless street people. Right from the start, the child was told to 'buzz off' by the very same people with whom he gradually learned to subsist and be independent. He soon became known as young Buzzoff. He was destined to be flushed down the sewer of life until he met the Professor, an ex-convict, who himself had been convicted of raping one of his female students years before. The author's working experience as a U.S. Customs agent patrolling the waterfront brought him in contact with society's disenfranchised street people, most of whom eschewed any attempt to have their lives regulated by the authorities. Buzzoff could have been one of many he encountered up and down the Embarcadero. For the most part, strange as it seems, they were content to cadge just enough 'coin of the realm' to subsist another day. Of course, there existed a certain element who needed their 'fix' in order to remain in a state of somnambulism, enabling them to escape from reality, forgetting the reasons why they had sunk to such depths in the first place. There were those who received small stipends from social security, and VA, which enabled them to pay rent in run-down hotels and boarding houses, usually in the Tenderloin. Still others slept in alleys, door-fronts or benches covered with newspapers and cardboard. And, some never made it to see the dawn of the next day.
Project:Second Time Around A Missionarys Special Mission There I was lying on a slab in the mortuary, due to be cremated the very next day. I was deadsimply deadoblivious to anything that had occurred or what was yet to occur. Then I actually became aware that I was shivering (after all, it is freezing in a mortuary holding room). It was dark as I opened my eyes, wondering why I was lying naked on a hard table. Then a hand grasped mine and raised me to a sitting position. What was happening to me? I soon learned the answer.
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