Gold Walker with her son, Allen Walker of http://www.walkerworldnc.com/#inspiration
April
25, 2020
Hi
Gold,
I’ve
been thinking of writing you for quite a while, but events of the last week
have made it a far more pleasurable task.
First,
since you’ve always encouraged me to make Peace with my mother, I can tell you
that she and I (and all of my siblings as well), have been getting on famously
since I stopped reminding Mom of her many crimes (including setting up Wilmington’s and Atlanta’s Hard-Drug Mafias with Father Robert J. Kus, who was
at St. Mary’s Catholic next-door to you – until my blog forced him to flee to
Honduras nearly two years ago) – to say nothing of her working with the
Republican Party in Georgia, the Democratic Party in Wilmington, and others to
have me killed, jailed, or made stupid on inappropriate Psychiatric Drugs.
In
fact, just yesterday, Mom and I were laughing over Mom’s former HERO, Donald
Trump and his super-ignorant way of handling COVID-19. And also, over Joe Biden’s
galloping senility, and how NEITHER of us will be able to vote for Trump or
Biden if that is the choice this fall. We also AGREE that we are glad Trump won
in 2016 – he’s DESTROYED so much of the best of what the United States has
always at least PRETENDED to stand for, that we are having a long overdue
CORRECTION of our American Culture, and will get through it far better for all
the troubles – despite the pain of it.
Donald
Trump has also exposed the hypocrisies of the FAKE Christians, and the REAL
Christians are finally fighting him tooth-and-nail.
Yesterday,
in Walmart (of all places – known for less-educated, poor, and superstitious
Evangelical Christians), not only did I completely and loudly tell off an idiot
in a Trump T-shirt – and got THANKS from those who had observed it -- but their employee
at the door told me that the employees and management of Walmart, both, wished
they could BAR anyone wearing Trump gear, since they are all so obnoxious and
spread hate in the Name of Jesus, when everyone -- whether REAL Christian or
not -- knows that Jesus was the “Prince of Peace” and taught that
God is Love.
You
might recall, that when you rescinded your eviction notice, and offered me my
current apartment, you said you realized I just am a sucker for people-in-need,
and so are you, considering some whom you have rented to, like Steven and Maddy
Rose, who admitted to me their HUGE Drug Trafficking, and while I lived there,
people came to their apartment all through the night to buy drugs. I noticed
that Ben-the-Carpenter was working to renovate their apartment, so I assume
they have moved on. Steven and Maddy were intimately connected to Jonathan
Deputy and Rep. Deb Butler’s ADMITTED Hard-Drug Trafficking.
While
on odd subjects, I just checked, and the Sister Isaac Center has TOTALLY shut
down, so you likely have fewer thefts, etc., from their clients walking by your
properties there, and I haven’t noticed, but hope that First Presbyterian is
taking proper care of the house next to yours, and will not be allowed to
bulldoze it to expand their parking lot!!!
But
this week, I learned the fates of a couple of my previous roommates when I
lived on S. 4th Street. Haston Lavern Caulder II, who had brought in
strays-in-need and I allowed it, but they all turned out to be Drug Addicts,
some of them thieves, and Haston a CHILD MOLESTER (the WORST sin/crime, which I
found out after kicking him out for other reasons), was hit by a car near Carowinds,
SC about a month ago, and pronounced Dead-on-the-Scene.
Haston
was who Oliver Carter III was yelling at as Haston was repairing his bike in
the front yard, and I lit into Oliver. Soon after that, Dustin Goldsmith hid hot
goods in huge bags on the side of the house by the trash containers. To his
credit, Haston pointed that out to me, and I called the cops on Dustin, and
they picked up the stolen goods, too. Dustin disappeared, but turned back up in
town half a year ago, and should have gotten a $17,000.00 Disability Lump Sum
in February of this year, so I assume he has now left town with that.
Dewain
Hall, one of my earliest roommates, after Joseph Crawford Faulk, Jr. – my benefactor
back then – and I got him OFF heroin and on a bus to Kansas to live with his
mother, spring 2016, showed back up in town and looking more strung-out than
ever about a month ago, now knows that I can no longer try to help him.
As
you can see, Wilmington really IS the perfect place for a writer to live,
although I don’t know that my first book will be titled, The House at Fourth
and Orange, as you had suggested.
In
other important news, everything here at your Spofford Circle property is going
better than ever. Just yesterday, Rob from the front apartment repaired my car’s
front bumper, and Allie Ryan and her sister and their boyfriends and I had the
first truly friendly conversation since I first met Allie before I’d actually
moved in. We LAUGHED over old misunderstandings that were due, mostly, to Jonathan Deputy’s lies to us both.
Also,
the bed-bugs that so infested me on 4th Street either accompanied me
to Spofford Circle – or were here already due to the former tenants who were
Heroin Addicts, etc. – I really don’t know which it was – but after another
year and a half of frequent chemical treatments, I took the advice of Stevens
Hardware and tried using the bombs that are sold everywhere for three-for-ten-dollars,
and Harris brand Bed Bug Killer, $54.00/gallon (no smaller size available),
since I could not afford another heat-treatment, and after TWO treatments, I
have not seen a bed bug since mid-June, 2019, so I am CERTAIN they are gone.
You
might recommend that to anyone you know who gets them!!!
And I’m
pleased to have seen that even in this time of Coronavirus, workers for your
new tenant at 141 N. Front Street have been preparing to open a new restaurant.
Thank
God, and if we all take the scientific advice of the experts – instead of
drinking Clorox, etc., we can soon begin to re-open Wilmington intelligently. I
hope you, your family, and your employees are all safe, healthy, and handling all
of this well.
And
thank you for all of your kindnesses!!!
Your
tallest and craziest tenant,
Scott
Olympia Dukakis in Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City.
See 2/3 the way down here:
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