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|Friday, October 14th, 2005|
Just got a note from Joyce that Howard is in Oakwood Hospital
again, I called and he is just feeling tired and hasn't been able to get any sleep because his lungs have been so bad. I am going out of town for the weekend if anyone else can check on him, he expects they might let him out no sooner than Monday. Replies to this post will go to his email, which he doesn't have access to right now.Chad
|Wednesday, August 24th, 2005|
Howard is in the hospital again, Oakwood
room 677. I went to see him last night, he was feeling too tired to talk, but I'm going back at lunchtime today. The direct line to his room phone is 313-436-3350, he said it was okay to post this to his journal and let people know... phone calls and silly cards would probably be appreciated. Replies to this post will go to his email, which he doesn't have access to right now.Chad
Howard's daughter says:
I remain optimistic (my sisters call me the queen of denial :) what do they know! ). Doctor has done about 8 different major tests and a few minor ones, and by tonight they finally ticked him off after leaving him laying on a gurney in a hallway for a couple of hours this afternoon. He is feeling better so I guess it's time to bitch that he wants out of there. His doctor just called me, and said that tests show that he most likely won't need the chest tube, after being treated with IV fluids and steroids. He does say though that probably much of this is caused by the heart failure getting worse. Will probably send him home on Thursday, according to my dad, "after they've sucked all they can out of Blue Cross". He told me that he had talked to you by phone, and that you might stop by. Weds the 24th would probably be good as I don't think they have anything scheduled for then - just waiting for more test results.
Hope you had a great time in the UK
|Sunday, June 27th, 2004|
People in the Detroit area will know that Detroit puts on a huge fireworks show around the 4th of July. I suppose it drew 200,000 people Tuesday night. The biggest crowd was at the foot of Woodward ave. My daughter Karol & granddaughter Jill were in the center of things. After the fire works display there was a little one. Some guy was fighting over a woman so he pulled a gun and firing into the crowd shot 9 people, none are dead yet and maybe won't be. Karol and Jill decided to leave abruptly. I'm told that they did not win but they certainly took 'place' and 'show'. Howard
|Tuesday, May 25th, 2004|
I had to see a Urologist for an exam today. I went into the exam room, there was a man in a white coat standing there so I told him i was there for "show and tell". He explained that he was not a doctor but rather the doctor's assistant.
I asked him if I could be examined by a woman doctor, explaining that tomorrow is my birthday and you could think of it as a sort of birthday present.
|Monday, April 19th, 2004|
Things are getting really bad in Iraq. They're killing almost as many people every week as they are in Detroit!
|Sunday, February 15th, 2004|
Well chad hasn't made up his mind so he still isn't engaged but he did take my advice and went window shopping at Zeidman's ( For those not familiar with Zeidman's its a two story pawn shop at Gratiot and Mt Elliott- a whole block long )
Zeidman's hAS BEEN THERE FOR OVER 90 YEARS AND HAS SEEN much action during its existance.
Chad asked, "Well, what if I get married and decide I've made a mistake ?" I told him to invest in a shotgun alsao in case he needs a quick divorce. Howard
|Saturday, February 7th, 2004|
|Don't fool with the Honkey
Some of yoy know that my daughter Suzy teaches Kindergarden in Highland Park. A lousy job but they give her combat pay. She had noticed onew boy who seemed to have bruises, etc. Then he didn't come to school for a few days and another kid told her he had a broken arm. She suspected child abuse and started asking questions. she became convinced of it and said this is going to stop. She called child abuse, they said they'd investigate and she said I'll call you next week. In Highland Park you don't take anthing for granted. She's been following the case. The arm had been set wrong and will have to be re broken. Tuesday of this week the principal told her, the mother had called and left a message "I'm going to come to school and fuck up that honky bitch". She asked if Suzy was afraid and Suzy said "No, the first thing she does every morning is smoke some crack and by that time she can't can't even find the door knob".
The next day she called and apolized. ( But Suzy had the state patrolman walk her to her car anyway)
Yesterday they had the woMAN IN COURT AND i'M EAGER TO LEARN HOW IT all turned out. Meantime Suzy has learned that they have no heat, lights or water in the house. Mamma gets ADC but she spends most of it for crack cocaine. Another of the kids said she wishes they could get the water turned on, so she could take a bath. Oh, they could get heat, water, and lights but to do that somebody offical has to come to check them out and she knows that will also bring Protective Services around.
Meanwhile I'm giving Suzy my policemen's aluminun flashlight. It holds five D batteries and didn't work when I bought it a few years ago. But its still a flashlight -- not a weapon. and it gives one a nice comforting feeling lying on the car seat beside you. Howard
|Thursday, February 5th, 2004|
I don't know if I'll vote this time but I'm sure I won't be voting for Howard Dean. He didn't spend any time in Nam. As I understand it he passed his physical but then he brought a note from his doctor .... saying that he couldn't go to Viet Nam ..... that he wasn't allowed to fight because he might break his glasses. Howard
|Thursday, November 6th, 2003|
|Amateur Press Associations
Last FAPA mailing was 448 pages, 50 members, 43 fanzines, one member contributed 4 zines, most of which were 1 page but one of 12 pages, one member did 3, and a couple others contributed 2. The fantasy commentator was a double issue this time, bound together & printed. 30 years ago it varied widely, but generally, there were 65 members and most mailings averaged well over a hundred pages. When there were special occaisions like the 200th mailing about 15 years ago everyone tried to get into it, and it was at least 800 pages. It feels like the size has shrunk, though, because there's no particular prestige in doing it anymore, and instead of having a 5-year waiting list to get on, there's no real wait anymore.
I have been in SAPS over 50 years, and have been OE of it, the first time I did it, about 50 years ago, it was about 30 pages. Probably about 30 or 40 pages in the 60's, and the most recent one was 50, but it really feels things have shrunk. Back in the old days, the propaganda and tricks we were sending out consisted of a lot more pages than the actual mailing. One time when I was doing the collating I included one real official publication and three fakes, so you couldn't figure out which was the real one. I sent a withdrawal from Nancy Share for the OE election one time and faked a return address of a Pennsylvania home for wayward girls, asking everyone to vote for good old George. She got upset and came back with something else, then I issued a statement from George's wife Mary saying he'd always wanted to be OE of SAPS and if he didn't make it this time he didn't think it ever would, and if something happened to him Mary and I would finish stuff for the next year, someone in Wyoming actually believed he was dying. I published something saying Wally was running around naked in Seattle baying at the moon, and this was a reason not to elect him. Ray Ballard out in ND was accepting the votes, and he was on Nancy's side, issuing progress reports on the voting about once a week, and I don't know exactly how I rigged it, but there were 8 people that hadn't voted, and I sent a message out saying that 4 people hadn't voted, naming them, and that the votes stood like so, and I said "no matter how they voted, George has a clear majority, so let's make this one election where everybody votes, go ahead and vote for whoever you want, and we'll get a 100% turnout". I made up a different version, naming the other 4 people separately, making it seem like they might as well get on the winning side. In the meanwhile, Nancy was writing to each of them, promising each one that she'd appoint him vice-president. She won, and wound up with 34 vice-presidents in a club that didn't have a president, because the only office was OE. I sent her the money, as outgoing OE, as a money order so I got a reciept. I then claimed that it was a fraudulent election, and I was not going to send her the money. She retorted that she'd gotten the money, and I claimed that she was using her own money because it was a fraudulent election. I got a list of the 12 Detroit fans who used to be in SAPS, and told Nancy that they all wanted on the waiting list, at which point she put 20 of her relatives on the waiting list. Then I went down to the corner, cut 2 pages out of the phone book and asked her to put these people on the waiting list, and she wrote me back saying the joke was over and she wasn't going to type out 400 names. Nowadays we don't even have elections unless someone particularly wants to run, and nobody has. Dick and Nicki Lynch did it for a while, said they were going to stop, and if someone else didn't take over SAPS was going to die, Art Rapp took over for a while, got people back, and then he resigned and Toskey out in Seattle took over and has done it for over ten years.
I actually published a history of the SAPS mailings, with graphs, for SAPS over 25 years ago. I had special size paper cut to fit it, and used a special mimeo, and Chad can't convince me to do one now because the paper would be too big, no matter what he says these newfangled computers will do!
|Wednesday, October 15th, 2003|
Someone asked how I knew Katy ? I dson't really understand this whole thing. I still don't know how to add people to Live Journal,either she put me on or someone else did. I've been getting her posts since I got on Live Journal. Howard
|Sunday, September 7th, 2003|
It is now official, LA Con IV
has won the bid to be the 64th WorldCon, and I am scheduled to be their Fan Guest of Honor. They called me a legend! (I've always been one in my own mind) My granddaughter twisted888
heard of it and posted it on her journal saying "this is BIG" and I replied, "no, you just have to outlive all the important people, and then they make you Fan Guest of Honor", and I also remember times in the past when people would want to honor somebody, and say "Christ, we'd better do it this year, don't put it off 'till next year, we'd better do it while he's alive!" I've seen that quite frequently with other First Fandom people.
|Tuesday, August 5th, 2003|
is the only annual get-together for fanciers of the old pulp magazines, the only one for enjoying yourself and meeting with friends as much as making money (though it can still be very good as a moneymaker as well). The pulp era was from about 1910-1950, and Pulpcon covers the gamut, Air Stories, Tarzan Stories, Westerns, Mystery, all categories. Even Sing-Sing Stories, Zeppelin Stories, and Undertaker Stories (which, surprisingly, died after one issue). People show up at Pulpcon with the strangest stuff... last year, a man showed up with a can of "Tarzan Coffee" from somewhere in South America... and of course, I've been known to pull off the occaisional gag, like "Bobsey Twins at the Whorehouse" sealed up in plastic, sitting on my dealer's table....( Read more...Collapse )
|Sunday, October 27th, 2002|
|This Time Around
Sweetie, Can I suggest something ? You need some time alone and I think you need something pure nonsense. Would you call your local library Monday and see if they have any books by Carl Hiaasen. They are hilarious fun, full of strange people, crooked politicans, stupid crooks etc. Would you try just one of them ? I think you'll go back for more and think you'll be laughing so muchyou won't have time to become depressed.
|Friday, October 25th, 2002|
| This time around
Its ok, sweetie. Just sit there on the couch. I'll put my arm around your shoulder and you can lay your head on my shoulder. We'll just sit here awhile, not saying anything just being alone with no worries and nothing to do for awhile. Eventually we'll get up and go our separate ways. Big Howard
|Wednesday, August 28th, 2002|
|This Time Around
I'm having trouble answering you soi I'll try to do it this way. Yes. tell them you came to my house, I'm used to unpleasant people. I don't mention it much on Journal but I bhgelong to 3 amateur Press associations and they all know about my housekeeper Joyce. She left her husband and moved in with a boyfriend who was an alkie and abuser. She had taken care of my wife and now she worked a couple of hours twice a week and I offered her sanctuary. Sometimes she'd walk 2 miles to my house and just come in and go to sleep on the couch. I'd find her there in the morning, there next day he'd be sober and she'd go back to him. I kept a rifle leaning against the wall in the kitchen another gun in the bedroom and he would see it when he brought her here, Sober he was OK but I had told him that she was under my protection when she was here and that I'd kill him in a second if he started any trouble. There were a few incidents and I'm sure he believed me, he was always polite to me. I think Renekins is on your friends list, she can verify this if it matters. I do not allow anyone to harm women, children or dogs. I'm 77 years old, weight 300 pounds, dying of various things and just don't care. I live each day to the best of my ability and will go cheerfully at any time .. and meantime I'm going to be a junkyard dog. Joyce finally became convinced that he was going to kill her by accident ( he drank a fifth of vodka per day ) so a year ago she asked if she could move in here. She's far from perfect and has her faults. She works at a pizza joint and stays here. I don't pay her but she is company and sweeps the floor at least once a week and does little things for me. A few weeks ago I woke up in the middle of the night, someone was knocking on my bedroom door, I rolled over, reached for the gun and yelled "Stand still you son of a bitch or I'll blow you head off" By this time I was sitting upright and noticed that someone was knocking on a door on the TV screen ! Now that was strange, both of us had someone knocking on their doors, so I put the gun away and went back to sleep. When Joyce comes in at night she sometimes locks the doors, I never lock them and there have been periods of five years when they weren't locked. All right, I guess I can do it this way Howard
|Wednesday, August 7th, 2002|
I get to play hero again. Monday night Joyce came home about l O'clock. Shortly before 2 the phone rang, no one on the other end, she hung up. The after 2 the phone rang again. I took it and nobody there again.
She figured it was her old boyfriend so she started worrying and we heard a noise outside. She asked me to check, so I got a gun and looked. There was no one there so I decided to play with the computer so I put the gun on the kitchen table and started reading . I went to the computer and she said " Take it with you". That's only four feet but I took the gun. I put the gun in my hip pocket. Both of us went to bed about 3 am. I said "Don't worry Joyce, if you hear something just yell, the gun will be beside the bed and I can reach it in a minute. She asked me to leave my door open despite the fact that the Tv will make it hard for her to sleep. When I woke up in the morning the door was still open. She still worries that he will break in and kill her altho she's been living here for a year now and I have told her I'll kill him in a second if he makes a move.
Meantime old friend Elliott Broderick is having a quad triple bypass today, we expect to hear that he's fine --- but then we thought that about his brother Jim who was dead a day later. Elliott is a member of the Misfits bowling team, a group that's been bowling together for over 50 years. That's it.
|Thursday, July 25th, 2002|
| Hollow Tree
Ok, Twisted. Come out, come out. What are you doing ? Living in a hollow tree eating bugs and snakes ?
|Wednesday, July 24th, 2002|
Chad says you can't tell the players without a program, so he's using my computer to write this down so he can remember it:
|--- the unknown great-grandson
(Sherry) |--- Casey
(Susie) |--- Sarah
|Tuesday, July 23rd, 2002|
Sarah, I guessed your secret 2 opr 3 weeks ago but I respected your confidence and didn't mention it to anyone . I love you ! Why don't you phone me tonight and we'll talk it over. The problem is not as important as you think and there's lots of time to decide what you want to do. Please do call me, you can tell me anything or nothing, it all up to you. GD
|Friday, July 19th, 2002|
Pulpcon is a small convention devoted to buying and selling old pulp magazines, this pretty well limits it to stuff published before l955. It only draws l00 or so people but everyone is very devoted to their hobby. Its in Dayton Ohio at the convention center and across the street is the Crowne Plaza hotel. So, last Thursday I'm sitting outside smoking with a friend. There's a little path that leads from the sidewalk to the hotel. Its about 3 Am , a young black man came walking up the path. He was quite drunk, apparently a street people. Seems to have been a native but he wanted to know where Main street was. When we told him we didn't know he kept gewtting nosier and nosier. Eventually we convinced him to go away, we could see him at the corner for the next hour, just wandering back and forth. Then he came back to the hotel and oncfe again approached us. He still wanted to know where Main street was and we told him we still didn't know. I suggested that we'd get a cop who put him in the nice police car and take him away. My friend told him to get lost. He'd been getting angier and angier as time went on. He said "Fuck you, Mother fuckers ". I decided i'd had enough. I was sitting in a wheelchair but found I could jump out of it. I was now l8 inches from him, I braced my feet and said "That's enough shit, boy" You've got one minute to get out of my sight, then I'm going to beat your ass and throw you into the middle of the street where the cars can run over you '" adrenalin is a wonderful thing. Usually I walk very carefully, if I get off balance I could fall and I couldn't get up without help ..... but my fist was cocked and I had already picked out the spot where I would hit him. My friend was trying to get between us, after all he's about 35 and I'm 77 but I wasn't going to take any more and I didn't want any help. I wanted to settle this one on my own. Needless to say the kid took off. Saturday morning about 9 am I was sitting there on a bench with a different companion when the same kid showed up again. He looked at my partner and said "Give me a quarter, Man". My friend he wasn't going to so he turned to me and started to ask me. Then he got a look at my face, turned around and walked away.
Gee, maybe I'm as mean and touch and I think I am. Its sorta nice to have people afraid of you. Gives you a feeling of power !