I left Tim another phone message today, letting him know I began vacationing in Key West in 1975 -- before I moved there in 1980, visiting the artist Bill Brockway (who summered in Cape May where I was in business), and we would eat at his ex-wife Gail Brockway's "Las Palmas del Mundo" restaurant, named for the palm collection Peter Whalen (a Whalen Drug Store Heir) planted.
Gail, a self-taught Chef from northern New Jersey, made the BEST HEALTHY FOODS, and got NATIONAL ATTENTION from food magazines. There were lines to eat there off season, and the restaurant was NOT in a tourist section!!!
Of course, Bill Brockway (who later came out GAY and eventually died of AIDS), knew everyone, including Nancy Forrester, who owned a great old house on Elizabeth Street and the whole actual forest in the center of the block. People started anonymously leaving unwanted Parrots there, so Nancy PROTECTED THEM.
She even briefly married her pathetic cousin Ron (about 1979), a ginger who drove a pink Cadillac convertible and destroyed antique books to individually frame the engraved illustrations, to make money. They both had HUGE TEMPERS and chased each other around the kitchen THROWING KNIVES at each other, and deeply gouging the industrial butcherblock table.
Ron was also Gay, so she kicked him out after a year, and found a VERY HOT OLD BLACK GUY who specialized in Wildlife Care, so she took HIM as her PERMANENT LOVER.
She and her sister, Dee Dee, came from a wealthy Coal Baron family, about 100 miles north of Pittsburgh, PA, and when Nancy's mother discovered that Nancy was ALSO fucking the parish priest, Father O'Boyle, she had a FIT, and sent Nancy to live in the tropics on enough money to never have to work again. Her sister Dee Dee went too, and they BOTH invested in Gail Brockway's Las Palmas restaurant.
And yes, Peter Whelan was their first cousin -- how INCESTUOUS!!!
Nancy Forrester, today:
Now, here is ONE customer review of my Memoir that gives you an idea of HOW I WROTE IT :
Being a life-long admirer of the work of Tennessee Williams, I thought this book may bring a particularly different insight into a man whose life was mainly shrouded in secrecy. To my delight, the author was able to take me back in time and put me in the "room" with Tennessee Williams. This book is extraordinarily well written and allows the reader to "see" or be a "fly on the wall" during the final years of Mr. Williams life. It is remarkably candid and appears to be an unbias telling of the real story of the great and often eccentric and manic author/playwright. And even though I now know some of the secrets Mr. Williams tried so hard to keep, the writer does not damage the character of the author but leaves you with a broader understanding of just who penned some of the most remarkable stories of the generation and gives you the hunger to read everything ever written by Tennessee Williams.
And AMAZING is that while I worked for Tennessee Williams, I had NO IDEA of how wealthy my distant Kenan cousins were -- the Casa Marina was not even renovated from being a RUIN until right before I left Key West. The One Who KNEW was Tennessee Williams's CLOSEST (and I am now completely convinced, BEST FEMALE) friend, "Texas" Kate (Schweppe) Sharp, Moldawer, and later McNamara!!! Kate had grown up in Atlanta, where her parents were BEST FRIENDS with Frank Hawkins Kenan and his brother, James Graham Kenan.
James Graham Kenan actually helped me in 1990 -- when I got in trouble reporting to CNN HQ, the Carter Center, and Rep. Newt Gingrich's Office the HUGE Hard-Drug Trafficking that came up by train from Mexico and points south, through Underground Atlanta, and then into Stone Mountain Park on the New Georgia Railroad -- a steam-train that stopped in the Village before heading east into the Park. I watched the drugs being unloaded into Sysco Food Service and Inland Seafood trucks, mostly.
Once, I followed one to the Krystal on Memorial Drive. It was after dark and they soon were distributing the drugs through the take-out window.
I wrote it all up and mailed it to the Krystal Regional Office, and they DID write back -- claiming they had investigated and there was no truth to that .
I THINK DONALD TRUMP'S PEOPLE HAVE BEEN PRACTICING THEIR TRICKS AND MIND CONTROL ON ME -- nearly my entire adult life !!!
Kate had a charming (if smallish) house on Elizabeth Street -- next-door to one owned by Steve Rubell, an owner of Studio 54 in Manhattan, and we partied with Steve and his Key West guests, too!!!
>>> SO, TODAY, I DECIDED I'D HAD IT with my Siblings -- or Any Others -- Who DENY MY EXPERIENCE AS I REPORT IT!!!
Jane and Julie are not actually a problem -- like my Mother in her last years -- they decided it was REAL FOR ME, and I NEED TO GET IT ALL OFF MY CHEST.
My brother Mike tells me I am DELUSIONAL, and INSISTS that Mom never murdered her brother Robert Meyer, DDS -- because he allowed his daughter Janet "Jan" to marry the Jew, Kim Opperman -- and then Uncle Bob later admitted he was actually GAY (Uncle Bob told me that TWICE, including once when Tennessee Williams and I travelled to South Bend, Indiana: https://laterdaysoftennesseewilliams.blogspot.com/2013/10/chapter-27-scare-dare-and-preview.html),
Mike REFUSES to write most things down -- he lies as much as Donald Trump -- but Mike is SMARTER -- he refuses to write his lies down so we can all evaluate them without him claiming a "mis-quote".
Anyone who DISAGREES WITH ME can do so by Blog Comment, or Email to me!!!
In the last few days, my SECOND CHOICE for Primary Care Physician, Elijah Engwall, D.O.
He DROPPED ME -- either when he heard I am NOT A CHRISTIAN -- or that I am GAY!!! Either WAY, I expect to sic former District Attorney Benjamin R. David on him for a HUGE DISCRIMINATION SETTLEMENT!!!
So I asked my new, former US Marine Corp Dentist Cory Williams, DDS, if he knew of anyone GOOD and not afraid of HONESTY!!! He did, but that guy was taking no one new, and is retiring this fall, but his office sent me to someone ELSE, who is so busy, he can take me on, but NOT for another Month.
I'll probably have to get Dr. Engwall to write me a prescription for Metoprolol -- the one refill that Dr. Dewey Bridger III FUCKED UP -- but REFUSED TO FIX!!!
>>> AND JUST NOW, I LEARNED THE CHRISTIAN CIA TOOK OUT MY FIRST LOVER WHEN I MOVED TO ATLANTA IN 1983: RIFE HUGHEY -- Admiral Zumwalt's retired Chief Protocol Officer:
