My parents, Bill and Ruth Anne Kenan in 2005.
Believe it or not, I woke up from a
nap yesterday, with an intense interest in calling my mother – but no clear
purpose to do so, so after a mug of coffee, I called. It was an entirely
friendly call, with Mom first saying she had just gotten in from buying a new
tablecloth, which totally cracked me up – I mean it is HARD to
keep a good woman down, and by that I mean my 92-year-old Mom is as resilient
as me.
And I don’t mean it in a condemning
way – since no one in my family has offered an alternative to my interpretation
of events, I can’t really judge for certain. And our conversation was mostly me
making certain Mom understood my position after my siblings refused to respond
to my offer. In any case, it did go well.
And also, yesterday, at Costco, I saw
for the first time Sinatra Edition of Jack Daniels – I would have thought of
him as drinking scotch or Martinis, but in any case, I was not going to pay
about $75.00 USD for Jack (which I actually don’t like, although I love Jim
Beam). Frank Sinatra and his family are more and more in this blog – and it is SO MYSTERIOUS
that the hackers left the music I listen to the most, yet erased Frank’s tunes.
And John Lahr wrote amazing books about BOTH Tennessee
Williams and Frank Sinatra.
Another odd occurrence, recently, is
that my cats, who had taken a two-month break from jumping on my bed AT ALL, have moved into my bed – about
four days ago – and resumed cuddling and grooming each other, which they had
also stopped doing. (And someone has even removed from the cliff, the Christmas
tree with all its lights and ornaments that I shoved out my window through the
6” gap in the burglar bars – PRAISE JESUS!!!)
When in
doubt, think of Dad, is what goes through mind, so I want to re-tell some
things that my family seems to ignore completely.
Me and Dad, probably in 1952.
I don’t know if it was before or after
his service in the Navy in WWII (probably before), but Dad liked to brag (and
all his comments like this were given when I was in early grade school – and
almost never later), about being head of the gift department of the largest
department store in San Francisco (which should tell you SOMETHING, right there), and he
dealt with William Randolph Hearst’s buyer, selling him at least alabaster
bowls for Marian Davies.
Dad’s nickname (verified), at New
Hanover County High School had been “Middle Leg”, due to the enormity of his
endowment. He liked having fun with it – how my first cousin Graham Harlee
Kenan is actually my half-brother. Dad was BI,
not straight or gay.
And I won’t tell again the story of
how Dad’s male lover was shot in Cincinnati and to avoid being blamed for a
“lover’s quarrel”, Dad converted to Roman Catholicism and married my mother –
the police report filed as “Russian Roulette Suicide”.
And remember, when my parents lived in
West Chester, Pennsylvania the second time (about 1975 – 1980), Dad twice
called me for recommendations on Philadelphia gay bars, I sending him to the
“247”, a leather and western bar where there were few “sissies”.
And without giving a lot of details,
the percentage of Kenan males who are gay or mostly so, is very high. Of the
larger actors, I think it is safe to say that Frank Hawkins Kenan and William
Rand Kenan, SR. were straight, but William Rand Kenan, JR. (who endowed the
largest Kenan Charitable Trust), Owen Hill Kenan, MD, and Thomas S. Kenan III
were/are gay.
I needn’t again write what I think of
the Kenan males in my immediate family.
Betty (Price) Kenan and her husband, Frank
Hawkins Kenan – at least they knew how to have FUN, no???
The other thing I might mention –
moving on – is that yesterday, I included to my list of 500 email recipients,
an email I had received from someone purporting to know Jamie Lee Sutherland’s
secret email address and identity – and many other things as well, and my
response, which essentially was that I am NOT Law
Enforcement, and have no interest in investigating Jamie. I report what I know
of facts and my interpretation of them – since NO Law
Enforcement has protected me from ANYTHING.
Now it is true that this information
should be of interest to legal authorities – and it will be to my attorney when
I counter-sue, but this is not in the IMMEDIATE future,
as I am taking a break from worrying about all that until the end of this month
– due to the Tennessee Williams Festival in New Orleans, http://TennesseeWilliams.net.
And the guy (I assume it was a male),
seemed to have made up both his user-name and a new domain – JUST TO SEND ME THIS INFO!!! I attach my real name to all I
write, and do not trust people who refuse to do so. I do understand that some
are afraid of consequences, but this whole thing was TOO FISHY for
me.
Anyway, if you have info related to
crimes, please contact the appropriate Legal Authorities.
And this leaves me with the thought
that it would be a good idea for me to contact the Justice Department, USA,
regarding the DEPLORABLE condition of
policing and courts in the Wilmington, North Carolina area – just to introduce them to what I think
might need a BIGGER investigation
than Ferguson, Missouri.
I’ll do that next and send it by
secured server.
Scott
Tennessee Williams and me with both feathered and not-feathered friends, 1982.
Me and Frank, December 2012
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