A Soldier to Another

Then one day, Hank Gardiner, whom really had very little to say, I had met him the summer before, a relative of one of the gang members (The Cayuga Street Gang, also called ‘Donkeyland,’ by the local police who combed the neighborhood daily), who lived near our neighborhood, knew most of the guys, six-years older than I, said something in an almost whisper, after we had walked from the small neighborhood ‘Pitman,’ grocery store, near Granite Street, heading down towards the church steps, off Jackson and Sycamore Streets. He had parked his 1956 green Oldsmobile across the street from the church steps, by my friend, Bill Kapaun’s house (by twilight the whole gang would be there.)

He said, “I’ll be going soon!”

“Going where?” I asked.

“To Vietnam, the war, I’ll be a soldier, I volunteered.”

“Oh,” I said with a surprised tone to my voice, adding, “that war over, by China? Maybe you’ll not end up there?”

“No, the recruiter said I would,” replied Hank, “yup, tomorrow I go, can’t wait around here, nothing going on but drinking, fights, Chicks, nothing for a man my age to do but drink, and I can get some college in the Army also, I think I’ll take advantage of it. Just think, before school starts, in September, I’ll be fighting in Vietnam.”

“School, hick with school, I’d like to go with you now, tomorrow, I just as soon be gone, then sit around here.” I said as if wanting to follow him.

Then I hesitated, looked at his face, he was there already, so it appeared, daydreaming of his Army career.

Me and Hank would go down to his green Oldsmobile, occasionally-prior to this day-and he’d turn on the radio, and we’d sit, usually with a few other guys, he, usually being more inclined to talk to them, than me, except for today (perhaps because of my age, at fourteen), and we’d be listening to Elvis Presley songs, Rick Nelson, Johnny Cash, singers like that, tapping our feet on the asphalt street, leaning lightly against his car.

Just prior to dusk-just like today-we’d head on down to those church stops, that faced Jackson Street, the church being of red brick, and its tall steeple on the other side of us, the steps actually led into an addition to the church, perhaps the chapel, or hall of some kind, I never saw anyone go through those doors, they usually went to the back side of the building to get in it.

Anyhow, most of us guys in the neighborhood heard about the war in Vietnam, but up to now, now one went, and the war was not called a war, it was called a ‘Conflict’ perhaps to lessen the stigma. In consequence, Hank would be the first one to go, if indeed he went.

And we sat there, listing to a small battery radio, on the steps this pre-evening-it was a warm late afternoon, Oakland Cemetery across the street, they were locking the gates, and I could see Roger’s girlfriend, Shelly, she was walking about the Caretaker’s premises, she lived there with her mother and father, the old child to my understanding; she was the first girl I ever kissed, at the age of thirteen years old, Roger made a bit with her to do so, and after she did, I wanted a second round, and she and the guys laughed. But I was serious.

Well, there we were, Hank and I on the church steps, and a man walks by, “You know where Cayuga Street is?” he asked, and I said, “Down three blacks,” he was a stranger and we knew everyone on the block, everyone by Smiley’s friends, a guy who moved in a year prior, and Doug was going to get into a fight with him, but it never took place, maybe he was his friend, so I got thinking. Then down the block, I noticed several bodies coming, Jackie, the girl I was kind of dating was with them, she was Chippewa, dark hair, about five-foot one, cute, with dark eyes, she and her family lived up the block, on Sycamore Street. I noticed Doug and Larry, and Karin, with John were among the group, and behind them, Big Ace, Jerry, was trying to catch up, he was all of six-foot five inches tall, two-hundred and fifty-pounds, and a tinge slow, he was about ten-years older than I, and bought the booze for everyone, that is, he never had much money, and drank free off us, but we got the booze.

Jackie was the same age of me and she hung around near what was called the turn-around, next to my grandfather’s house, where me and my brother lived with our mother and grandpa. Next to that was an empty lot, and a hill called ‘Indian’s Hill,’ Jackie and I would go up there and kiss, oh not much more, just necking.

“Yes,” I said, “tomorrow I guess you got to go then!”

He, Hank, heard me, he put his hand on my shoulder, and it was a different kind of stillness.

“You?” he questioned “cannot go in the military for another four-years, if the war lasts that long, maybe I’ll be a sergeant then, and we’ll meet one another, it’s not all that long.”

“You’ll be killing all those…” I didn’t know what to call the enemy, so I left it at that…

The he explained in depth to do something, anything, but get out of this neighborhood he implied, when I was capable of doing so, that here there was only a dead end, a road that lead to no other roads. It made me think, planted a seed to be harvested later on. Oh I didn’t quite understand all the rudimentary that went along with that statement, we seldom do when your so close to the forest, it is hard to see it is a forest, likewise, it was hard for me to see, the dead end (but one person did say it correctly, some twenty-years after this day, when I was clean and sober, and becoming a counselor, he said at a meeting at the hospital to a group of recovering alcoholics, while I was taking an internship at Ramsey Hospital, “There are two corner bars in this neighborhood I went to, and I discovered the folks that live there, started drinking there since they were teenagers, and they are now older men, and still there, dying slowly of the alcohol…” he was talking of my neighborhood, and he didn’t of course realize it, and I never told him to my knowledge, but I did mentioned after the lecture I was aware of where, and whom he was talking).

Nonetheless, Hank went on to say, the Army was offering him opportunities to go to college (something that was foreign to me, I would hardly make it to High School, I felt, thus college was the forest thing from my mind, yet the goal of going to college, coming out of my neighborhood-as Greek, and as far fetched as it sounded, it would be an afterthought that would come back a throughout my teens, and even into my early twenties, perhaps Hank planted another muster seed in my subconscious, because it would grow, and someday I’d get my Ph.D.)

I was back then, too young for the Army, and Hank knew it, and as impressionable as I was with Hank, and the adventures the Army were starting to offer-travel and education-I didn’t fully understand it all, I was too young, and then one day, the next day he was gone, disappeared.

“I’ll write you,” I said to Hank.

“No,” he commented, “just finish school, I’ll be back on leave to see you and the gang, now and then!”

Anyhow, he was listening to me attentively for the first time it appeared, until the gang got to the church steps.

He punched me in my left arm, he was on that side of me, sitting on the stops, leaning back against the cement back of the upper step, my chin in my arms, my elbows on my knees, and I almost fell over,

“Yup,” he said, “You only got to stay here a while longer then join the Army and see the world.”

“See what?” I asked, then I noticed my brother Mike coming down Jackson Street, he was two years older than I, with Gary, whom was called Mouse, they had been working on his go-cart.

It was now a matter of minutes before the gang members were climbing up the steps “Shut up now,” said Hank, “you’re the only one that knows this…that I’m going tomorrow.”

“All right,” I answered back, as if to confirm my hearing him.

He then put his hands behind his back, leaned back more onto the upper step,

“Well, Chick,” said Jackie, with a smile, “anything goin’ on?”

“Nope,” I said, and she sat down beside me.

(I didn’t want hank to go, I didn’t hear Jackie, what she was saying, she was talking lightly, I seemed to have been in a fog, something like in a state of disassociation, in her world, but outside of it, like in a fish boil looking at everyone around you, she nudged me, slightly-the Vietnam war was running through my head-“are you alright?” she asked, perhaps thinking she did something wrong, and she hadn’t, and I moved my head right to left, and she sat quietly, talking to Karin below her whom was sitting with John, who would marry her in a number of years; after he and I would take off to Long Beach California, although that was years ahead, and when we’d come back she and he would marry.)

Jackie’s sister showed up, Jennie, her and Larry were going steady, and Larry was the tough guy of the neighborhood, whom I lived with a number of times, upon my return from several long trips. I lived for a summer in his attic, another summer in his garage, and had party after party, booze and girls, and I lived in a duplex he rented the upper apartment.

Well, Larry and Jennie were there, and my brother was dating Carol, and she showed up, and Ace was not dating anyone and dancing about as he often did.

“Jackie,” I said.

“Of course I’m all right, I’m just thinking.” she chuckled as if it was a delayed reaction, she had already forgotten she had asked how I was doing, and onto other things with the gang, talking about getting some cases of beer and either going to ‘Indian’s Hill’ to get drunk, or jumping the Cemetery fence and drinking among the ghosts and gravestones there.

I now looked at Hank, perhaps one of my last looks, and he said in a spirited voice, jumping up, pulling out the keys to his green 1956 Oldsmobile, in my ear, “Hush,” and I did not disclose his secret.

He stood up talking to a few of the guys, as then; Jackie asked if I would later go for a walk with her, down to Indians Hill. I could hear Mike talking to Carol, and Larry and Doug talking, and then Rick came up and sat with the guys.

Jerry, otherwise known as Ace, was singing a song called ‘Twenty-four Black Birds…” and everyone started laughing.

“Everyone pitch in two dollars, Ace is going to buy us two cases of beer, and a bottle of wine,” said one of he guys.

Ace looked at Doug, said, “I didn’t say I was going to!”

Roger and Ronnie, his brother had shown up, said, “Come on Ace get with it, you one of us or not!”

And so Ace, Doug, and Roger went to get the liquor up on Rice Street, on the other side of the Cemetery, “We’ll meet you guys down on Indian’s Hill,” said Roger, and he drove Ace and Doug up to the store to pick it up.

Hank was still standing, looked at me, “See…!” he said to me, nothing more, he figured it was a neighborhood affair, he seldom drank with us anyway, and so him not showing up at Indian’s Hill would not be any surprise.

I sat back down, watched Hank go to his Oldsmobile, not realizing this would be his last time I’d see him…

I saw Jackie pull out two dollars, gave it to me to give to Roger, to give to Ace to get the booze, and I did likewise, as everyone did, and they went to get as much booze the money would buy, Ace didn’t have a dime, as often he didn’t but when he did, he was generous with his money.

“I forgot my false teeth,” said Ace to Roger, and Roger replied, “you don’t really need them, but we can stop by and pick them up,” he lived on Sims, street, his father a Captain of the Fire Department of St. Paul, Minnesota. In a year or so, I would take a liking for his sister, she and I, like Jackie attended the same High School, Washington High on Rice Street, Kathy was her name, and she’d show up in the neighborhood and we’d hang out, we kissed only a few times, and it seemed it kind of fizzled away, although we were friends for the next twenty-years, until she got hit by a car. She had gotten married, and lived close to the two bars on the corner of Jackson and Acker.

And so Ace, Roger and Doug jumped into their cars, and Hank, into his, as Jackie and I headed with the rest of the gang to Indian’s Hill.

Now Hank was gone, and the first thing I knew was Jackie and I were on Indians’ Hill drinking with the gang, then it started to rain, and everyone ran for cover with a beer bottle in their hands, and four cases of beer up on the hill, by a large thick tree, Jackie and I with a blanket over our heads, down by my Grandfather’s garage-not sure where we got the blanket, I think I slipped it out of my house, and we kissed a bit, not much, and we held each other, lightly, and we could see the guys walked to and fro crisscross across the empty lot, everyone getting drunk, and the police driving by, shinning lights up into the thick of the bushes onto of the hill.

I thought about writing Hank, but I never got his Military Address, and so I stopped one day at his house, his brother, older brother came to the door, and I introduced myself to him, “Oh, yes!” he said, “Hank had mentioned your name a few times…!”

“I’d like to write him,” I said, it had been about nine months since I had seen him, I was all of fifteen-years old, plus a few months, date freely, no one in particular, although Jackie was still around, and Kathy, and I had met a girl called Sheila, I was in the second year of High School, she one year below me, and we danced at a lot of the park and school dances, and she always wanted me to make love to her, but I wouldn’t and she told me so, that I was missing something, and I suppose I was, but I was getting into drinking and quicker affairs, but she was popular in High School, and we dated that fall.

Anyhow, this visit accrued during the time I was seeing Sheila, and his brother took a second to say what he needed to say right, “He was killed in action in Vietnam, a few months ago.”

You really do not know what to say at a time like that, you just stand still numb, absorbing the substance of those words, as if you would like him to reconfirm what he said, although you know what he said. I was not prepared for that, a tear came to my eyes, I had no control over it, an automatic tear. My inners became disrupted, and I had to catch my breath.

“Oh…ooo!” I said, looking down at my feet to find words and all I found was zigzagging emotions.

And so I left it at that, what more can a person say, the brother tried to put a smile on his face, but couldn’t. And I couldn’t and I left as strangely as I had appeared.

I told myself, ‘…go get drunk,’ perhaps that is where I picked up some of my avoidance of stress: drink it away. I knew I was growing up fast, and the world around me would change, and I’d soon be making choices, like Hank did.

((In 1969, on my way back from San Francisco, and after visiting Mexico for a day, I’d head on up to Grand Forks, North Dakota, and thereafter, be joining the Army, more like drafted into it, and head onto Augsburg, Germany, and then onto Vietnam. Then it would be, a solider to a soldier as I had imagined it to be in the beginning, but it would have to be in a secret kind of world of our own, my own, because of course he was gone: but not forgotten. I would be heading on down to Fort Bragg, North Carolina, for Basic Training, and then over to Redstone Arsenal, Alabama, for more training, and to Fort Lewis for Jungle training. This was just the beginning of my world, my adventures to be, the ones he sadly did not get a chance to, but then, perhaps I did it for him, as they said in the neighborhood when I’d return, and I did return several times, they lived through my adventures) (or by proxy.))

Eighty Ways to Make Money From the Pokemon Go Craze

Pokémon Go has exploded to become a certified cultural phenomenon. Every businessman, entrepreneur and game designer is watching Pokémon Go with a mixture of excitement and envy. Smart entrepreneurs and businessmen understand that although it appears to be a simple combination of graphics and gameplay, the underlying design is quite complex and well thought out. There is nothing trivial or silly about it. It is the most successful App launch ever seen. The most savvy entrepreneurs and businessmen have quickly realized there are ways to make money from this craze, even if you are not John Hanke (CEO of Niantic and the creator of Pokémon Go,) or Nintendo.

First the basics:

* Pokémon Go tracks player’s location, which forces people to get off your couch, out of their house, and travel to specific locations called PokéStops and Gyms. Good news, those Pokémon players (called Trainers) are real world consumers, and the PokéStops and Gyms are real world destinations.

* Demographic studies show that most Pokémon Trainers/players are 18-35, and cut across all ethnic boundaries. Although there are a significant number of kids playing (and mothers who may be customers,) it means that most of your local Trainer/players have disposable income available.

* A Pokémon Gym is a real world location where Trainers/players must physically travel to, in order to battle other Pokémon. If your store is near a Pokémon Gym, then Trainers/players will be coming to your doorstop. If you have one near you, you probably already know it.

* A PokéStop is a place where Trainers/players can get free in-game tools used in gameplay. Again, if you have one near you, you probably already know it. A PokéStop can also be assigned a Pokémon Lure which attract Pokémon creatures, which in turn attract additional Trainers/players, also known as potential customers. Retailers, restaurants, bars, and coffee shops have all taken advantage of nearby PokéStops. See examples #14, and #18 below.

* The Trainer/players hunt and capture Pokémon of differing rarity and value. The Pokémon have names and unique identities. That opens up possibilities for small business owners such as the bar that offered specific bounties. See example #17 below.

* Once a Player/trainer achieves Level 5, they must choose loyalty to one of three factions, Team Mystic, color Blue; Team Instinct, color Yellow; or Team Valor, color Red. As a businessman, your potential customer has therefore aligned themselves with a color and a team. That means your yellow merchandise suddenly has greater appeal to members of Team Instinct, your red items to Team Valor, and so on.

* Pokémon Go is a battery hog. Trainers/players are constantly draining their phones. This is a problem for them, and an opportunity for you.

* There are Twitter hashtags and Facebook groups for Pokémon fanatics. This means there are very affordable methods to get your message directly to local targeted Trainers/players.

* Lastly, Pokémon Go has been having problems with their servers. Too many people want to play, and Pokémon’s servers have crashed which has led to frustration and thousands of internet memes. Like the game itself, the frustration can be the source of money making ideas. See the T-shirt example #45 below.

So with that out of the way, here are some ways that people and corporations are making money from the Pokémon Go craze. Look down this list. With some imagination, there are opportunities for you too.

1. The first and most obvious way to make money on this craze is to invest in Nintendo. The smartest investors put their money in before it hit big, but nothing breeds success like success. So who knows what will come next.

2. If you own a Restaurant, a Pub, Coffee Shop, Snack Shop, Ice Cream Shop, etc. and you are located near a PokéStop, place a Lure at the PokéStop and place a sign inviting customers to sit and play. If you don’t know how to place a Lure, walk outside, find someone staring intently at their phone, and ask them.

3. Do you have a Restaurant, Coffee Shop, Snack Shop, Ice Cream Shop close to a PokéStop, BUT NOT CLOSE ENOUGH? Station a server at the PokéStop with food samples and discount coupons.

4. Do you have a Restaurant Pub Coffee Shop, Snack Shop, Ice Cream Shop close to a PokéStop, but not close enough, AND is the PokéStop Lure free? Place Lure at PokéStop. Set up a small sign saying you have placed the Lure (build awareness and gratitude for your shop, and increase your “cool” factor,) and that Lures placed at the top of every hour. Invite players to come have a cup of coffee while they wait. Great way to show your support and to build loyalty. This worked wonderfully for a tavern in Fairbanks Alaska. Yes they have Pokémon there too.

5. But what if you have a Restaurant Pub Coffee Shop, Snack Shop, Ice Cream Shop close to a PokéStop, but not close enough, and OTHER STORES are placing Lures? Place a sign at the PokéStop inviting customers to your shop and offer a free phone charging station. Pokémon Go players are often surprised at how quickly their phone battery drains and will flock to you. Be sure to have some fast charge stations for the Galaxy 6 and 7.

6. You don’t need a restaurant. If you own a Retail Store near a PokéStop, you can take advantage as well. Trainers/players do more than drink coffee. They purchase things too. You can place a Lure at the PokéStop and then set up a sign inviting new customers to shop.

7. Pub Crawls are already popping up around Portland Oregon and other cities. Sponsor one if you are a bar or pub.

8. Yelp is already making money from the Pokémon craze. They have installed a filter so players know which stores are near PokéStops. Don’t have one near you? Niantic has a support form on their website that you can use to request a PokéStop or Gym.

9. Are you an expert player? Do you at least know how to set up a Lure? Many shop owners do not know anything about Pokémon Go, and may be technophobic. Offer to set it up for them and monitor it during store hours. I have heard rates running from $50/day to $300/day in service fees.

10. You can do the same for locations that are not located near you if you use a rooted phone and a GPS spoofer. I personally DO NOT endorse this idea. You run the risk of being banned, but the how-to information is already online so I would be remiss if I didn’t list it here.

11. PokéStops include some apartment complexes. Are you the rental agent for an apartment complex? Be sure to place a Lure at your PokéStop.

12. Are you an artist? Offer to paint window art featuring Pokémon in stores and restaurants near PokéStops.

13. El Cid in Silver Lake California, has a Pokémon Gym, and a weekday Pokémon happy hour. Why not you?

14. L’inizio Italian Restaurant in Long Island City, New York, increased sales 75% over a recent weekend by investing $10 in Lures at a PokéStop at their restaurant.

15. The US Space & Rocket Center in Huntsville Alabama offers Group discounts to individual Pokémon players who show the App when purchasing tickets. They advertise 22 locations, including three gyms, and suggest that visitors wander and appreciate all the museum has to offer while they are hunting Pokémon.

16. One Pizza parlor offered discounts and free slices based on a player’s level. They quickly learned that freebies were not a good idea.

17. Pints & Pixels in Huntsville Alabama has offered bounties for specific Pokémon caught nearby.

18. AFK Tavern in Everett Washington, a must-go pub for any serious gamer or geek, is the site of a Pokémon Gym. They offer a discount if you are the leader of the gym. They warn against false claims by boasting that 98% of their wait staff plays. Hmmm, what is wrong with the other 2%

19. You can do the same discount as AFK Tavern even if there is no gym on your site. Simply choose a gym nearby and place a sign at the gym advertising your discount.

20. It may be obvious, but if you have a Food truck, park it at a PokéStop and place a Lure.

21. If you have a portable Barista cart, do the same thing.

22. Are you teaching your kids about setting up a lemonade stand? Help them set up at a PokéStop with a Lure.

23. Capitalize on the biggest complaint players have about the game, and set up a mobile charging station near a PokéStop. Best Buy and other outlets sell extra-long chagrining cords so you can set one end in your cigarette lighter and the other can reach out the window. Charge in 15 minute increments.

24. Eggs need to hatch. In order to hatch the player must walk two, five, or ten kilometers based on the type of egg. If you are normally moving a lot for work or pleasure, you can offer to carry and nurse someone’s egg. How? First there has to be security and trust between the hatcher and the player since you will need to sign into their account, but if you can get past that, you can simply sign in on your phone and start moving.

25. Joggers, you can do the same. Golfers too.

26. Do you ride your bicycle to work or for fun? This is a great opportunity for you too.

27. Hey bike messengers, do this to make extra money. Just stay under 10mph or your movement won’t count.

28. Skateboarders, why not place your Craigslist add right now. You could be hatching eggs by tonight.

29. Pokémon are distributed around the world based in some part by location and environment. Water type Pokémon are often found near water. Similarly, other types of Pokémon are often found in other environments. Offer an Uber type service to drive car less players to other areas of town. The going rate seems to be around $20/hr per person.

30. San Francisco Travel is touting their unique Pokémon areas with detailed directions for Pokémon in parks and famous locations.

31. Do you give already tours of your city? You can add Pokémon Tours as a specialty.

32. Do you know the best spots for Pokémon that other people are not aware of? Just like fishing guides who bring tourists to the best places for Tarpon, you can be a Pokémon Guide and bring people to secret PokéStops with rare Pokémon.

33. Start a Pokémon party bus. That could be wild!

34. Be a Remote Pokémon hunter. Someone from Kansas may want to see if San Diego has Pokémon rarely seen in the Midwest. Trainer/players on Reddit are already bemoaning the difference in Pokémon spawning habits between NYC and Chicago. Similar to nursing eggs, a safe exchange of information is required, but it is certainly not rocket science. Be aware, this is not specifically addressed in the terms of agreement, but if it’s a violation, you may be banned.

35. Target is selling Pokémon T-shirts. They have the license and the products. Now Pokémon is trendy again.

36. Kohl’s is selling Pokémon Backpacks.

37. Hot Topic, the bastion of pop culture merchandise, is selling T-shirts, socks, underwear, earrings, and many other items.

38. Fathead.com is selling Pokémon Wall decals.

39. Party City is selling Pokémon piñatas. There will be a lot of Pokémon parties this summer.

40. According to Gizmodo, McDonalds has a deal that will set up every McDonalds as either a PokéStop or Pokémon Gym. Supposedly the partnership will soon make its debut in Japan. Makes sense since most McDonald’s have Wi-Fi and Nintendo and McDonald’s have a history of doing promotions together.

41. With McDonald’s as a proof-of-concept, other sponsorships may be on the way.

42. Expect sponsored specialty items such as rare Pokémon as well.

43. Are you older than 30? Were you a Pikachu fan when you were a child? Sell your old childhood Pokémon stuff on eBay to a new younger audience. Special editions and unopened games seem to bring in the best prices.

44. If you are artistic, you can design and sell red, yellow, and blue t-shirts for teams Valor, Mystic, and Instinct. Design them, and then use a print on demand service such as Café Press for production and fulfilment.

45. Or, take advantage of the sever issues and design t-shirts with slogans such as “I’m only here because the Pokémon server is down.”

46. If you are a bit naughty, you can take your T-Shirt design a step further with slogans such as “Stop playing with your balls!” and “I wish my husband went down as often as the Pokémon servers.”

47. Alibaba.com has dozens of backpack manufacturers with small MOQ (minimum order quantity) which you can use to create Team Valor, Instinct, or Mystic backpacks.

48. Alibaba.com has manufacturers of water bottles at very low prices and available in Yellow, Red, and Blue. Do you sense an opportunity?

49. Alibaba.com also has manufacturers of Figurines. You can set up an Amazon shop and be a specialty Pokémon store.

50. Many Trainers/players are spending more time in the sun than they realize. Alibaba.com has manufacturers of inexpensive promotional item priced sunscreen available in Red, Yellow, and Blue. Sell them or give them away with your store name on them.

51. Are you a bakery or cake decorator? Bake and sell Pokémon themed cakes. Or bake and sell cake pops decorated as Pokémon balls.

52. Can you sew? Make Team Valor, Team Instinct, or Team Mystic bandanas for dogs.

53. Can you knit? Make Pokémon hats.

54. Can you make homemade bath bombs? Pokémon bath bombs would be a hit. Sell them online.

55. Are you a Pokémon intermediate player? Write a How-To guide for beginners. Post it online and sell display ads.

56. Are you a Pokémon expert? Write a strategy guide for experienced players. Post it online and sell display ads.

57. Are you ethically gray? Write a cheating guide. Post it online and sell display ads.

58. Are you good at sewing? Create Pokémon cosplay outfits.

59. Do you own a Barbershop or salon? Offer Pokémon style haircuts.

60. As long as you are already walking for Pokémon Go, talk to your neighbors and offer to be a dog walker.

61. And since you are already walking, and you like dogs, sign up for charity apps like Wooftrax.com. Money is donated to animal shelters for every mile you walk, and you are already walking to catch Pokémon and hatch eggs.

62. Another way to take advantage of walking is to register for Wegolook.com. This is a service where you visually “look” at things on behalf of remote buyers. Check it out.

63. Did you love the Ice-cream truck as a kid? Become a mobile retailer and sell Pokémon merchandise at PokéStops. Bring your truck, a display, and Lures. You can even play music. Please tell me that you know that Pikachu song. Make a schedule, and post your schedule ahead of time at each of the stops. Have a friend set Lures 15 minutes before you arrive, then show up with 15 minutes to sell. Time it right and you can easily do 20 stops a day.

64. Alibaba.com has many ball cap manufacturers with small MOQ (minimum order quantity) which you can use to create Team Valor, Instinct, or Mystic caps.

65. Sell Pokémon plush toys (from Alibaba.com) from your mobile store.

66. Sell Pokémon Team themed mobile power banks (from Alibaba.com) from your mobile store. Make your customers happy by pre-charging them.

67. Are you are Retailer too far from a stop? Set up a pop-up shop.

68. Create Pokémon theme birthday parties for kids. Be the one stop shop for moms. You supply everything from paper plates and cake to decorations and party gifts. All with a Pokémon Go theme. Mom just hires you, and you do all the rest.

69. If you are good with coding, pulling data, and API’s, you can put up a site that shows local Pokémon server status and weather reports for people considering venturing out on Pokémon hunts. Monetize it with display ads.

70. Some people are selling their accounts, already leveled up. eBay and Craigslist has postings, with accounts unaffiliated with Teams going for the most. This may violate terms of agreement however, so warning, you may get banned.

71. Be Pikachu at events. You can buy a Pikachu mascot costume for as little as $50.

72. Are you an outdoor personal trainer? Incorporate Pokémon Go into your on-the-go workouts. Pokémon Go has proven the success of gamification of exercise and fitness.

73. Are you an indoor personal trainer? Incorporate Pokémon Go egg hatching into indoor track workouts.

74. Be a 1:1 teacher for new users. Advertise on Craigslist.

75. Do you practice sports medicine? There will be a lot of people walking who have never gotten off their couch before. Advertise to first time Pokémon players.

76. Are you a chiropractor? Same thing goes for you. New clients are out there ready to limp in. Pokémon players are very keyed in to social media.

77. Are you a Physical Therapist? Incorporate Pokémon Go into your rehab routines. Swedish Medical Hospital in Seattle has incorporated Pokémon Go into rehab work for some child burn victims and are thrilled with the response. C.S. Mott Children’s Hospital in Michigan is using Pokémon Go to encourage children to move and bend during Physical Therapy.

78. Do you do foot massage? Set up at PokéStops. You will be heaven sent for many tired Pokémon hunters.

79. Design and sell bumper stickers and window decals for teams Valor, Mystic, and Instinct.

80. Make and sell Pokémon Team badges so team members can find each other at Gyms and Pokestops. Pokémon Trainer/players are making new friends, and being on the same team is a great icebreaker. Help them identify each other with a team badge they can wear.

81. BONUS. Love is in the air and Pikachu is playing cupid. For a small fee, POKEDATES will set you up on dates with other Trainers/players.

Now that you have all these ideas, look for Pokémon groups. Portland is hosting family friendly gathering at a city park with thousands of people indicating they are interested in going. This is a bonanza for anyone selling merchandise. Arrive with a mobile charging station. Tweet about it, message your local Pokémon Facebook groups. Use social media. Buy targeted advertising on Facebook, and use Pokémon as one of your keywords. The phenomenon is real.

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Rescued Not Arrested!

How do you get from growing up in a middle class family living in the suburbs of Los Angeles in 1966 to the back of a Police Patrol car on April 27, 1980? Choices and decisions! No! It was not my Father or Mother’s fault, it was not society, and it was decisions. The events you are about to read are true to the very best of my recollection, the names have been changed to protect the identity of those who have not given their permission to be a part of the story.

We moved from West 52nd Street in Los Angeles in 1966 right after the Watts riots; Mother Dear wanted a better life for us kids, I am the youngest of 4; 2 boys 2 girls, the last child my Mother could have, so, to her I was special. Right before we moved, Mother Dear called me in to our rented house and said, “baby, Mother Dear has something to tell you, she went on to say, Mother Dear wants you to know that you are not better than anybody, but you are just as good as everybody.” My 11 year old mind did not understand why she told me that; even though I have lived like that ever since. It wasn’t until I was in prison at San Quentin at the age of 28 that I understood why my Mother Dear had given me that life lesson.

It was my 12th birthday and we were living in our new house in Valinda, CA that I was introduced to marijuana, our next door neighbor and a group of his friends were getting high in his garage, being curious, I wandered over and asked what they were doing. The neighbor boy was 18 or 19 and had his own car and was, what I thought pretty cool; he told me and I said can I have some, to which Tommy the neighbor up the street replied, sure if you can roll it. I then made my first attempt to roll a joint, it fell apart when I tried to light it, so they handed me one and I got high. My Mother and Father both smoked and to my knowledge had never even smelled marijuana didn’t know a thing when I went home, high and paranoid. In all my short life in South Central Los Angeles, I had never seen or heard of marijuana, this was the suburbs.

My grades in school were always above average, even though I only worked to be average, and once I started sneaking around getting high and starting to hang out with like minded kids, my grades remained average, and no better. I had been molested by one of my Father’s friends at the age of 5, the guy did it right when my 3 siblings were there, and then sent them to the store to continue his perversion; that incident was followed by that same neighbor kid that lived next door molesting me on 3 occasions before turning his sites on some other kid. No! I never told my Mother or Father, I don’t know why, and I have not told my Father to this day, and won’t, as it won’t bless him to learn that.

I started committing petty crimes, in the 1oth grade, a kid called Snake, (who knows that most people called snake do not do the right thing?) introduced me to a guy about 37 years old that was a criminal and bought stolen goods. I burglarized my first house that year, got a gun and some more stuff and thought I was cool; my friend and I split the stuff up and I kept the gun. Snake and I burglarized a house 4 doors form the house we lived in and almost got caught when we tried to enter the house next to it and saw a young man that was a paraplegic sitting in the house and he saw us too. I didn’t get caught for that. My junior year of High School, I vowed to smoke weed everyday that year and did, the entire year (what a waste). During that year me and my best friend were driving in his 1956 canary yellow Chevy Bel air; we had the color bar flashing and the music blasting, smoking weed like it was legal, when the Police pulled in behind us and we panicked, he drove around the corner and I was supposed to pour the weed out of the plastic bag, but did not, and threw it next to the car when we finally stopped. The Officers found the weed and took the two of us to the Sheriff’s station. I had been doing some stupid stuff and my Father wanted to discipline me severely, but Mother Dear would intervene and rescue me. At the Sheriff Station neither he nor I would cop to owning the weed, our parents were called to pick us up and I just knew I was in for a good whipping from my Father, but no, he was very, very disappointed and I was grounded.

I moved into my Senior year of high school with my dubious weed smoking record intact and was curious to learn from my High School Guidance Counselor that I had 200 credits and only needed 150 to graduate, so in February of 1972, I graduated mid-term. I could make up a story about me being some kind of big jock, ladies man, but that would be a lie. I was a confused, insecure kid that had not had much life experience and who had never had sexual intercourse with a female. My girl friend was the then, love of my life, Anja, and did she love me, Anja was much, much more mature than I was, I could barely hold a conversation, and had a fear of reading out loud. I was the type that adapted to whatever group I was with, a young man with no real identity. I was an American African, who had grown up in my formative years, with very few American Africans around me, so I had seen ethnic hatred, having been born in Kilgore Texas in 1954, moving to California at the age of 1 year. We went back to visit the Grand Parents every summer until I was 16, and my Father’s Dad, Papa Son, died. I was teased by the black kids in Texas as that proper talking California “ninja” so I would dumb down my words to fit in, and when back in Valinda, spoke like the group I was with.

In February, 1972 my Father asked me one Saturday, “Son what are you doing”, I was getting ready to play pinochle with my brother-in-law Charles and some of his friends, I said, something like I don’t know. my Father went on to say, “Son, ain’t no grown man going to be sleeping when I’m working and living in my house, so you have 3 choices, you can get a job, go to school or get out!” I determined at that I was going to the US Navy; my brother-in-law had been filling my head with stories about the West Pac and the Philippines. So, on March 30, 1972 (my birthday) I was at the armed forces induction center in Los Angeles taking the oath of service, and then on my way to basic training in San Diego. The night before a bunch of my friends were having a party and learned that I was going into the service so they had given me a big ounce+ bag of weed, which I proceeded to smoke on the ride to San Diego, the other recruits were looking at the back of the bus and talking as I was blatantly smoking weed like it was a cigarette. I kept smoking on the parade grounds until I was approached by one of the recruits who said the guys over there are talking about turning you in, so I gave the weed to someone else and when we got assigned to our temporary barracks that night, reluctantly flushed it down the toilet.

I ended up being the RCP 3, Recruit Chief Petty Officer 3rd Class, and skated my way through boot camp, I had the Guide on Bearer making my bed and folding my clothes. I was a REAL under achiever. There was an incident were one of the guys in our squad was rumored to be gay. One night Perez comes to my bunk and says, I like you, so I get up and go to the bathroom, Perez follows and we go to Chief Simon’s office and I proceed to do to him what the neighbor had done to me at an early age. When Perez says; OK Jordan my turn, I became irate and said some un-quotable things to him. My thinking was, I’m not gay, even though I had just had sex with a man, the old if your pitching you’re not gay rule was in effect. I made it through boot camp at my graduation my Father was surprised to see me finally finish something. To my surprise I was ordered to go to Lemoore Naval Air Station in Lemoore CA. I was, irate thinking I did not join the Navy to go back to school, I joined to get to the Philippines, so I requested to be sent to the West Pac, and while back home on leave from boot camp my new orders came for me to report to the USS Hancock at Subic Bay Naval Base in the Philippines.

When I arrived at the airport never having been in a plane before I had my carryon bag which contained, yep you guessed it 2 $10 bags of marijuana. I had no idea that anyone would want to check my bag so the weed was right on top, when the Security guard asked me to open my bag, I just knew that I was going to jail. To my surprise when I opened the bag I quickly place my hand on top of the bags of weed and I know he saw it, but said nothing; so my first plane ride was from Los Angeles International airport to Treasure Island near San Francisco CA. The next day we boarded a Military hop heading for Alaska then Japan then Clark Air Force Base and a bus ride to Subic Bay. I had two of my unit mates with me on the flight and we were smoking weed at 30.000 feet until one of the Stewardesses said the other passengers were complaining.

When we arrived to Clark Air Force Base it was the most humid I had ever experienced and I was ready to sow some wild oats, I had no idea that in 2.5 short months I would be heading back to the States awaiting, to my surprise, an Honorable Discharge, but I could not re-enlist. The Philippines had been to much for an undisciplined young fool, I never reported to the USS Hancock and had it not been by grace, and the base Captain wanting me to play on the Base football team, I would have received time in the Brig and/or a Dishonorable Discharge. It seems that the Captain had his clerk cut the orders for me to be transferred from the USS Hancock and to Subic Bay, and because of some glitch, the USS Hancock thought I was in Subic Bay and Subic Bay thought I was on the Hancock, my Mother had contacted the Base and the Ship looking to speak with me. I got caught up with a Black Militant group called the Mau-Mau, I was using drugs, cough syrup and heroine, smoking heroine mainly, and I did mainline on a few occasions. I got caught up in a test of egos, with King, the son of “Papa Jack” an American African ex-Navy man, who owned a restaurant in Olongapo City; King and I got into a fight and the repercussions were felt throughout the entire West Pac. I had been sleeping at the Cooks barracks getting high daily, got my left ear pierced, and was involved in committing crimes on other Soldiers, until we were raided by the Provost Marshall’s one morning, where they found lots of weed and other stuff. By-the-way, the Mau-Mau Chapter President stole lots of stuff from the rest of us prior to leaving for home. While at the Provost Marshall’s Office the Clerk who was processing me asked, “do you want to get out of the Navy?” I said yes, my Mother is sick and my girls is pregnant, both lies. That is how I received my Honorable Discharge.

I was escorted from Subic Bay to Clark Air Force Base under armed guard, there had been a riot on the ships in the 7th Fleet and they suspected that I was involved in planning it. Nothing could have been further from the truth, I could not even plan getting to breakfast on time, and the only things I was taking from my experience in the Philippines was, a stomach jones for heroine and memories of a wild 2.5 months. I went back to Treasure Island for discharge and while there, went with a couple of more guys to Oakland to cop some heroine, while out I saw the movie Super Fly and thought that’s what I’m cut out for. When I arrived back at LAX I finally saw myself in the mirror and said, boy your Mother won’t recognize you, I was 6′ 2″ and weighing about 165 down from about 205 when I left 3 months ago.

I came home a big disappointment to my Father, was back using anything I could to get high, You know, I did not consider myself a dope addict, because I was not using heroine, I did a couple of times once I got home, with Tommy, the kid from the neighbor’s garage next door when I was 12, and his buddy Curtis. I got my first real high from mainlining heroine with Curtis, and was so pleased with the high, I refused to do it again, I knew I would be hooked. I tired Jr. College, Mt. Sac in Walnut, CA, did not have the discipline to excel, and found myself back committing petty crimes, one such burglary, an inside job, cost my Mother Dear and Father their first experience with the Police coming to their home for me. I was allowed to plea bargain to a trip to the California Youth Authority, the very place I wanted to go to prove I was tough enough, considering I had been a Mamma’s boy all my life, and had been molested, I needed to prove myself to myself. In 1973 I ended up at the California Youth Authority in Norwalk, CA reception Center, where, I was told to Crip or trip by big Bunch, I had NO IDEA what he was talking about, Harvey stepped in and diffused the situation, telling me, the next time someone got in my face I had better get off on them. I eventually went to Dewitt Nelson to train for fire camp. I seemed to thrive in the correctional setting, where there was structure and consequences both from Staff and from the Prisoners. I met a young man named Noble there, he was one of the most polite well mannered people that I had ever met, especially in a jail; he said yes thank you, no thank you, please, and was not one to be messed with as he was a very good fighter as well. Noble and I became friends and I picked up the good manners, things that I had been taught at home and surprising for years, I could now feel good doing and saying. I finished 2nd the Fire Camp training class and was able to pick what Fire Camp I would go to. I went to Oak Glenn in the San Bernardino Mountains.

While at Oak Glenn I was named the lead hook on the fire crew and I used to have the crew run back up the 2 mile road upon returning from our work, I was getting into really good shape and was considering college upon my release, I wanted to go to the University of Alabama and play for Coach Bear Bryant, the CYA counselor told me, “do you want to be a small fish in a big pond or a big fish in a small pond. My Mother, Dad and Sisters visited me while their, my Parents never did or have turned their backs on me, in spite of what I put them through. I paroled in 1974 and ended up at Cal State Fullerton, and as a walk on I made the football team, but my lack of discipline was always my downfall, I ended up robbing local restaurants with plans of robbing a small casino in Nevada (an inside job) in the mean time me and Buddy robbed a criminals brothel in Orange County and got caught. I plead to a re-commitment to the CYA and no additional time, I ended up at the Ventura School for Girls a CYA facility that had gone co-ed. I excelled both academically and physically, and was offered by Ventura Jr. College to play for their football team as we were in the off grounds College program coach James wanted to give me a shot. The Superintendent at CYA facility, told me “NO WAY Mr., you had your chance and decided to be a criminal”; which was true and I never held it against her, I chose my life.

I got out of CYA on January 10, 1976 and got involved with Laura who had 3 sisters and her dad did not want to be with an American African, I moved back to Valinda with my Father he and my Mother had divorced after 30 years, my Father was a functional alcoholic all my life, who worked every day, sometimes 2 jobs, full and part-time to put food on the table and a roof over our heads. He wanted his own time to relax and unwind on the weekends, he was 19 my Mother was 16 when they married and my Mother had me when she was 22 making her fourth child. I had the opportunity to see my high school love, Anja that year and she wanted to get back together, my heart wanted to, but I knew that I was not what Anja needed, so I chose Laura. We had a tumultuous 3+ years, where she had 2 abortions of our children that I know of, and while I stayed with her I vowed in my heart to make her life a living hell, which only served to ruin me further. I was on the verge of becoming what I had feared, a drug addict with no conscious. I was one decision from going into the black hole that would appear on a wall when I would stare into it for several minutes. But, praise GOD, he never let me, I know it was GOD, because I DID NOT CARE.

I met Cowboy 17 and Frank 16 and I was 25 going on 26, at my brother Ron’s apartment in February of 1980, I was pulling off robberies and getting high and was involved in sexual perversions that were beginning to consume me. I was smoking Sherm; Angel Dust, Lovely using speed balls, cocaine & heroine mixed. Cowboy and Frank were robbing gas stations, so I asked, if you are taking penitentiary chances shouldn’t you been making more money. We agreed to do a job together, we robbed a hardware store and got away and decided to rip-off a drug dealer, we intended to kill the guy, the dealer was an associate of Ralph who would later be involved with us as a crime partner. Cowboy, Frank and I ripped off the cocaine dealer, who escaped with his life because he refused to be bound and gagged. I went to Nevada, Frank to Florida and Cowboy stayed home. Cowboy got into some trouble so we all came back and that’s when we plotted to rob Myrvyn’s Department Store in Upland California. We hatched a plan that we launched on Thursday the 24th of April 1980, that plan went wrong but Joey, Frank’s little brother and I were able to talk our way into everyone thinking we were from the West Covina Sister store, Cowboy had worked there Christmas of 1979 so he was supplying all of the details. I was determined not to be out done so the following Friday night armed with information gained during the bungled robbery attempt, Frank, Ralph and I went on to one of the Mangers houses and lied our way inside.

Everything seemed to be going great until the store was surrounded by the local Law Enforcement, we actually got away, and good Police work led back to me as a witness and a hunch set the trap for our arrest. That Saturday evening would be the last time I was ever anywhere not in custody for the next 22+ years. I fought my case and it looked good, my Mother wanted to pay the $10K that was being asked by a high powered Attorney that my Step Dad Jesse had used in the past. I refused the offer from my Mother, even though I was declaring my innocence to anyone that would listen. In the end I was bound over for trial and eventually found guilty, Cowboy took a 5 year deal, Frank to an 11 year deal, Ralph was granted immunity from prosecution, after 17 months in the county jail I was sentenced to Life+ 2 Years; Life+ 1 year and 11 years 4 months to be served consecutively. While in the San Bernardino County Jail, I got to meet some very interesting characters, while there, I stooped to a very low place, and for a while preyed on the weak. I was a tank boss on B-South and met a fellow on the Bus going to court one day, this guy was a member of a prison gang and was of a different ethnicity, I had never allowed ethnicity to determine how I treated people, after all, my then girl friend was a Mexican American, two of my crime partners where Anglo Americans and I came from a ethnically mixed neighborhood. This guy we will call him Rick Toughguy, a member of a White Prison Gang told me that I would not have any problems in prison because everybody respected me and he gave me a bit of advice, “don’t tip up” that is to say, join a prison gang. The very thing I vowed not to do, in fact, I told myself, there were three things I would not do, 1. Allow someone to order me to do something that I could get the death penalty for. 2. PC up, that is to say, go into protective custody. 3. Die while in prison.

I arrived at CDC guidance center in Chino CA in September of 1981 I was asked by the Correctional Counselor handling intake for my alphabet group where I wanted to go, to which I replied, Tehachapi, where I knew there was a college program, the Counselor said that’s not happening you have over 104 points, so I thought lets get the hardest part over and said Folsom State Prison the end of the line along with San Quentin. I arrived at San Quentin State Prison in late October 1981. I quickly found out three things, 1. Prison had as much dope as there was on the streets. 2. Be a man of few words. 3. Come to the Pen hard, stay hard. I quickly started to use manipulation to gain an advantage and was observing everyone and everything. An older convict by the moniker of “Slow Joe” was the 2nd watch 1st floor lead tier tender in A-Section, Vicious Mike was the 2nd floor tier tender and those were the two guys I spoke with most. I stayed on the 3rd tier after getting off Orientation I stayed on a little longer because the Counselor thought I was related to a convict with the name Jordin who had recently stabbed a Board of Prison Terms member at Jordin’s parole hearing.

It was during the 20 months at San Quentin that I had a real epiphany and realized that NO ONE but ME was to blame for me being in prison, it was not because my Mother had refused to allow me to accept a scholarship at Bishop Amat High School in1969 when I was coming out of the 9th grade; it wasn’t because my Dad didn’t intervene and override her; it WAS because I had dropped the ball, I had DECIDED to under achieve, I had DECIDED that I would not do my best and be my best, and NOW it WAS up to me to Do better, BE better, accept responsibility, accountability, and seek to somehow turn my life around. NO! I still had not out grown getting high or the criminal mindset. That is when Jimmy introduced me to an older convict serving his second life sentence (having been paroled), for the crime of murder. That older convict would have an impact on the remainder of my time in prison and would help to shape my story even today. I was recently told that that older convict Big Steve died while in prison, well, Big Steve was instrumental in the LORD enabling me to kill the old Michael.

I paroled on May 9, 2002 and discharged off parole on June 15, 2005, yep, I gave back that c-39094 number that is a part of my past. I am a better man having gone through it. Of course, I would have done things a whole lot differently in hindsight, but then I would be someone else and not the man I am today. Husband, married the very first time on July 16, 2002, have 2 daughters form my beloveds previous marriage. I have had failing health since 1995 and have had 2 total knee replacements in 2000; and am scheduled for a total right hip replacement in May. I have had financial success since my parole and financial disaster, coupled with failing health; I still have faith in GOD and in the ability to reacquire stuff.

To dialog with me contact me on my blog Michael “Ground” Jordan, we can interact and you can share your opinions, ask questions and get to know each other. So, keep my story in mind, if you are up against it, or if you have a child or loved one going through it, you know someone who has been in the muck and the mire, and who, by the grace of GOD has come through on the winning side.

Rescued Not Arrested!

How do you get from growing up in a middle class family living in the suburbs of Los Angeles in 1966 to the back of a Police Patrol car on April 27, 1980? Choices and decisions! No! It was not my Father or Mother’s fault, it was not society, and it was decisions. The events you are about to read are true to the very best of my recollection, the names have been changed to protect the identity of those who have not given their permission to be a part of the story.

We moved from West 52nd Street in Los Angeles in 1966 right after the Watts riots; Mother Dear wanted a better life for us kids, I am the youngest of 4; 2 boys 2 girls, the last child my Mother could have, so, to her I was special. Right before we moved, Mother Dear called me in to our rented house and said, “baby, Mother Dear has something to tell you, she went on to say, Mother Dear wants you to know that you are not better than anybody, but you are just as good as everybody.” My 11 year old mind did not understand why she told me that; even though I have lived like that ever since. It wasn’t until I was in prison at San Quentin at the age of 28 that I understood why my Mother Dear had given me that life lesson.

It was my 12th birthday and we were living in our new house in Valinda, CA that I was introduced to marijuana, our next door neighbor and a group of his friends were getting high in his garage, being curious, I wandered over and asked what they were doing. The neighbor boy was 18 or 19 and had his own car and was, what I thought pretty cool; he told me and I said can I have some, to which Tommy the neighbor up the street replied, sure if you can roll it. I then made my first attempt to roll a joint, it fell apart when I tried to light it, so they handed me one and I got high. My Mother and Father both smoked and to my knowledge had never even smelled marijuana didn’t know a thing when I went home, high and paranoid. In all my short life in South Central Los Angeles, I had never seen or heard of marijuana, this was the suburbs.

My grades in school were always above average, even though I only worked to be average, and once I started sneaking around getting high and starting to hang out with like minded kids, my grades remained average, and no better. I had been molested by one of my Father’s friends at the age of 5, the guy did it right when my 3 siblings were there, and then sent them to the store to continue his perversion; that incident was followed by that same neighbor kid that lived next door molesting me on 3 occasions before turning his sites on some other kid. No! I never told my Mother or Father, I don’t know why, and I have not told my Father to this day, and won’t, as it won’t bless him to learn that.

I started committing petty crimes, in the 1oth grade, a kid called Snake, (who knows that most people called snake do not do the right thing?) introduced me to a guy about 37 years old that was a criminal and bought stolen goods. I burglarized my first house that year, got a gun and some more stuff and thought I was cool; my friend and I split the stuff up and I kept the gun. Snake and I burglarized a house 4 doors form the house we lived in and almost got caught when we tried to enter the house next to it and saw a young man that was a paraplegic sitting in the house and he saw us too. I didn’t get caught for that. My junior year of High School, I vowed to smoke weed everyday that year and did, the entire year (what a waste). During that year me and my best friend were driving in his 1956 canary yellow Chevy Bel air; we had the color bar flashing and the music blasting, smoking weed like it was legal, when the Police pulled in behind us and we panicked, he drove around the corner and I was supposed to pour the weed out of the plastic bag, but did not, and threw it next to the car when we finally stopped. The Officers found the weed and took the two of us to the Sheriff’s station. I had been doing some stupid stuff and my Father wanted to discipline me severely, but Mother Dear would intervene and rescue me. At the Sheriff Station neither he nor I would cop to owning the weed, our parents were called to pick us up and I just knew I was in for a good whipping from my Father, but no, he was very, very disappointed and I was grounded.

I moved into my Senior year of high school with my dubious weed smoking record intact and was curious to learn from my High School Guidance Counselor that I had 200 credits and only needed 150 to graduate, so in February of 1972, I graduated mid-term. I could make up a story about me being some kind of big jock, ladies man, but that would be a lie. I was a confused, insecure kid that had not had much life experience and who had never had sexual intercourse with a female. My girl friend was the then, love of my life, Anja, and did she love me, Anja was much, much more mature than I was, I could barely hold a conversation, and had a fear of reading out loud. I was the type that adapted to whatever group I was with, a young man with no real identity. I was an American African, who had grown up in my formative years, with very few American Africans around me, so I had seen ethnic hatred, having been born in Kilgore Texas in 1954, moving to California at the age of 1 year. We went back to visit the Grand Parents every summer until I was 16, and my Father’s Dad, Papa Son, died. I was teased by the black kids in Texas as that proper talking California “ninja” so I would dumb down my words to fit in, and when back in Valinda, spoke like the group I was with.

In February, 1972 my Father asked me one Saturday, “Son what are you doing”, I was getting ready to play pinochle with my brother-in-law Charles and some of his friends, I said, something like I don’t know. my Father went on to say, “Son, ain’t no grown man going to be sleeping when I’m working and living in my house, so you have 3 choices, you can get a job, go to school or get out!” I determined at that I was going to the US Navy; my brother-in-law had been filling my head with stories about the West Pac and the Philippines. So, on March 30, 1972 (my birthday) I was at the armed forces induction center in Los Angeles taking the oath of service, and then on my way to basic training in San Diego. The night before a bunch of my friends were having a party and learned that I was going into the service so they had given me a big ounce+ bag of weed, which I proceeded to smoke on the ride to San Diego, the other recruits were looking at the back of the bus and talking as I was blatantly smoking weed like it was a cigarette. I kept smoking on the parade grounds until I was approached by one of the recruits who said the guys over there are talking about turning you in, so I gave the weed to someone else and when we got assigned to our temporary barracks that night, reluctantly flushed it down the toilet.

I ended up being the RCP 3, Recruit Chief Petty Officer 3rd Class, and skated my way through boot camp, I had the Guide on Bearer making my bed and folding my clothes. I was a REAL under achiever. There was an incident were one of the guys in our squad was rumored to be gay. One night Perez comes to my bunk and says, I like you, so I get up and go to the bathroom, Perez follows and we go to Chief Simon’s office and I proceed to do to him what the neighbor had done to me at an early age. When Perez says; OK Jordan my turn, I became irate and said some un-quotable things to him. My thinking was, I’m not gay, even though I had just had sex with a man, the old if your pitching you’re not gay rule was in effect. I made it through boot camp at my graduation my Father was surprised to see me finally finish something. To my surprise I was ordered to go to Lemoore Naval Air Station in Lemoore CA. I was, irate thinking I did not join the Navy to go back to school, I joined to get to the Philippines, so I requested to be sent to the West Pac, and while back home on leave from boot camp my new orders came for me to report to the USS Hancock at Subic Bay Naval Base in the Philippines.

When I arrived at the airport never having been in a plane before I had my carryon bag which contained, yep you guessed it 2 $10 bags of marijuana. I had no idea that anyone would want to check my bag so the weed was right on top, when the Security guard asked me to open my bag, I just knew that I was going to jail. To my surprise when I opened the bag I quickly place my hand on top of the bags of weed and I know he saw it, but said nothing; so my first plane ride was from Los Angeles International airport to Treasure Island near San Francisco CA. The next day we boarded a Military hop heading for Alaska then Japan then Clark Air Force Base and a bus ride to Subic Bay. I had two of my unit mates with me on the flight and we were smoking weed at 30.000 feet until one of the Stewardesses said the other passengers were complaining.

When we arrived to Clark Air Force Base it was the most humid I had ever experienced and I was ready to sow some wild oats, I had no idea that in 2.5 short months I would be heading back to the States awaiting, to my surprise, an Honorable Discharge, but I could not re-enlist. The Philippines had been to much for an undisciplined young fool, I never reported to the USS Hancock and had it not been by grace, and the base Captain wanting me to play on the Base football team, I would have received time in the Brig and/or a Dishonorable Discharge. It seems that the Captain had his clerk cut the orders for me to be transferred from the USS Hancock and to Subic Bay, and because of some glitch, the USS Hancock thought I was in Subic Bay and Subic Bay thought I was on the Hancock, my Mother had contacted the Base and the Ship looking to speak with me. I got caught up with a Black Militant group called the Mau-Mau, I was using drugs, cough syrup and heroine, smoking heroine mainly, and I did mainline on a few occasions. I got caught up in a test of egos, with King, the son of “Papa Jack” an American African ex-Navy man, who owned a restaurant in Olongapo City; King and I got into a fight and the repercussions were felt throughout the entire West Pac. I had been sleeping at the Cooks barracks getting high daily, got my left ear pierced, and was involved in committing crimes on other Soldiers, until we were raided by the Provost Marshall’s one morning, where they found lots of weed and other stuff. By-the-way, the Mau-Mau Chapter President stole lots of stuff from the rest of us prior to leaving for home. While at the Provost Marshall’s Office the Clerk who was processing me asked, “do you want to get out of the Navy?” I said yes, my Mother is sick and my girls is pregnant, both lies. That is how I received my Honorable Discharge.

I was escorted from Subic Bay to Clark Air Force Base under armed guard, there had been a riot on the ships in the 7th Fleet and they suspected that I was involved in planning it. Nothing could have been further from the truth, I could not even plan getting to breakfast on time, and the only things I was taking from my experience in the Philippines was, a stomach jones for heroine and memories of a wild 2.5 months. I went back to Treasure Island for discharge and while there, went with a couple of more guys to Oakland to cop some heroine, while out I saw the movie Super Fly and thought that’s what I’m cut out for. When I arrived back at LAX I finally saw myself in the mirror and said, boy your Mother won’t recognize you, I was 6′ 2″ and weighing about 165 down from about 205 when I left 3 months ago.

I came home a big disappointment to my Father, was back using anything I could to get high, You know, I did not consider myself a dope addict, because I was not using heroine, I did a couple of times once I got home, with Tommy, the kid from the neighbor’s garage next door when I was 12, and his buddy Curtis. I got my first real high from mainlining heroine with Curtis, and was so pleased with the high, I refused to do it again, I knew I would be hooked. I tired Jr. College, Mt. Sac in Walnut, CA, did not have the discipline to excel, and found myself back committing petty crimes, one such burglary, an inside job, cost my Mother Dear and Father their first experience with the Police coming to their home for me. I was allowed to plea bargain to a trip to the California Youth Authority, the very place I wanted to go to prove I was tough enough, considering I had been a Mamma’s boy all my life, and had been molested, I needed to prove myself to myself. In 1973 I ended up at the California Youth Authority in Norwalk, CA reception Center, where, I was told to Crip or trip by big Bunch, I had NO IDEA what he was talking about, Harvey stepped in and diffused the situation, telling me, the next time someone got in my face I had better get off on them. I eventually went to Dewitt Nelson to train for fire camp. I seemed to thrive in the correctional setting, where there was structure and consequences both from Staff and from the Prisoners. I met a young man named Noble there, he was one of the most polite well mannered people that I had ever met, especially in a jail; he said yes thank you, no thank you, please, and was not one to be messed with as he was a very good fighter as well. Noble and I became friends and I picked up the good manners, things that I had been taught at home and surprising for years, I could now feel good doing and saying. I finished 2nd the Fire Camp training class and was able to pick what Fire Camp I would go to. I went to Oak Glenn in the San Bernardino Mountains.

While at Oak Glenn I was named the lead hook on the fire crew and I used to have the crew run back up the 2 mile road upon returning from our work, I was getting into really good shape and was considering college upon my release, I wanted to go to the University of Alabama and play for Coach Bear Bryant, the CYA counselor told me, “do you want to be a small fish in a big pond or a big fish in a small pond. My Mother, Dad and Sisters visited me while their, my Parents never did or have turned their backs on me, in spite of what I put them through. I paroled in 1974 and ended up at Cal State Fullerton, and as a walk on I made the football team, but my lack of discipline was always my downfall, I ended up robbing local restaurants with plans of robbing a small casino in Nevada (an inside job) in the mean time me and Buddy robbed a criminals brothel in Orange County and got caught. I plead to a re-commitment to the CYA and no additional time, I ended up at the Ventura School for Girls a CYA facility that had gone co-ed. I excelled both academically and physically, and was offered by Ventura Jr. College to play for their football team as we were in the off grounds College program coach James wanted to give me a shot. The Superintendent at CYA facility, told me “NO WAY Mr., you had your chance and decided to be a criminal”; which was true and I never held it against her, I chose my life.

I got out of CYA on January 10, 1976 and got involved with Laura who had 3 sisters and her dad did not want to be with an American African, I moved back to Valinda with my Father he and my Mother had divorced after 30 years, my Father was a functional alcoholic all my life, who worked every day, sometimes 2 jobs, full and part-time to put food on the table and a roof over our heads. He wanted his own time to relax and unwind on the weekends, he was 19 my Mother was 16 when they married and my Mother had me when she was 22 making her fourth child. I had the opportunity to see my high school love, Anja that year and she wanted to get back together, my heart wanted to, but I knew that I was not what Anja needed, so I chose Laura. We had a tumultuous 3+ years, where she had 2 abortions of our children that I know of, and while I stayed with her I vowed in my heart to make her life a living hell, which only served to ruin me further. I was on the verge of becoming what I had feared, a drug addict with no conscious. I was one decision from going into the black hole that would appear on a wall when I would stare into it for several minutes. But, praise GOD, he never let me, I know it was GOD, because I DID NOT CARE.

I met Cowboy 17 and Frank 16 and I was 25 going on 26, at my brother Ron’s apartment in February of 1980, I was pulling off robberies and getting high and was involved in sexual perversions that were beginning to consume me. I was smoking Sherm; Angel Dust, Lovely using speed balls, cocaine & heroine mixed. Cowboy and Frank were robbing gas stations, so I asked, if you are taking penitentiary chances shouldn’t you been making more money. We agreed to do a job together, we robbed a hardware store and got away and decided to rip-off a drug dealer, we intended to kill the guy, the dealer was an associate of Ralph who would later be involved with us as a crime partner. Cowboy, Frank and I ripped off the cocaine dealer, who escaped with his life because he refused to be bound and gagged. I went to Nevada, Frank to Florida and Cowboy stayed home. Cowboy got into some trouble so we all came back and that’s when we plotted to rob Myrvyn’s Department Store in Upland California. We hatched a plan that we launched on Thursday the 24th of April 1980, that plan went wrong but Joey, Frank’s little brother and I were able to talk our way into everyone thinking we were from the West Covina Sister store, Cowboy had worked there Christmas of 1979 so he was supplying all of the details. I was determined not to be out done so the following Friday night armed with information gained during the bungled robbery attempt, Frank, Ralph and I went on to one of the Mangers houses and lied our way inside.

Everything seemed to be going great until the store was surrounded by the local Law Enforcement, we actually got away, and good Police work led back to me as a witness and a hunch set the trap for our arrest. That Saturday evening would be the last time I was ever anywhere not in custody for the next 22+ years. I fought my case and it looked good, my Mother wanted to pay the $10K that was being asked by a high powered Attorney that my Step Dad Jesse had used in the past. I refused the offer from my Mother, even though I was declaring my innocence to anyone that would listen. In the end I was bound over for trial and eventually found guilty, Cowboy took a 5 year deal, Frank to an 11 year deal, Ralph was granted immunity from prosecution, after 17 months in the county jail I was sentenced to Life+ 2 Years; Life+ 1 year and 11 years 4 months to be served consecutively. While in the San Bernardino County Jail, I got to meet some very interesting characters, while there, I stooped to a very low place, and for a while preyed on the weak. I was a tank boss on B-South and met a fellow on the Bus going to court one day, this guy was a member of a prison gang and was of a different ethnicity, I had never allowed ethnicity to determine how I treated people, after all, my then girl friend was a Mexican American, two of my crime partners where Anglo Americans and I came from a ethnically mixed neighborhood. This guy we will call him Rick Toughguy, a member of a White Prison Gang told me that I would not have any problems in prison because everybody respected me and he gave me a bit of advice, “don’t tip up” that is to say, join a prison gang. The very thing I vowed not to do, in fact, I told myself, there were three things I would not do, 1. Allow someone to order me to do something that I could get the death penalty for. 2. PC up, that is to say, go into protective custody. 3. Die while in prison.

I arrived at CDC guidance center in Chino CA in September of 1981 I was asked by the Correctional Counselor handling intake for my alphabet group where I wanted to go, to which I replied, Tehachapi, where I knew there was a college program, the Counselor said that’s not happening you have over 104 points, so I thought lets get the hardest part over and said Folsom State Prison the end of the line along with San Quentin. I arrived at San Quentin State Prison in late October 1981. I quickly found out three things, 1. Prison had as much dope as there was on the streets. 2. Be a man of few words. 3. Come to the Pen hard, stay hard. I quickly started to use manipulation to gain an advantage and was observing everyone and everything. An older convict by the moniker of “Slow Joe” was the 2nd watch 1st floor lead tier tender in A-Section, Vicious Mike was the 2nd floor tier tender and those were the two guys I spoke with most. I stayed on the 3rd tier after getting off Orientation I stayed on a little longer because the Counselor thought I was related to a convict with the name Jordin who had recently stabbed a Board of Prison Terms member at Jordin’s parole hearing.

It was during the 20 months at San Quentin that I had a real epiphany and realized that NO ONE but ME was to blame for me being in prison, it was not because my Mother had refused to allow me to accept a scholarship at Bishop Amat High School in1969 when I was coming out of the 9th grade; it wasn’t because my Dad didn’t intervene and override her; it WAS because I had dropped the ball, I had DECIDED to under achieve, I had DECIDED that I would not do my best and be my best, and NOW it WAS up to me to Do better, BE better, accept responsibility, accountability, and seek to somehow turn my life around. NO! I still had not out grown getting high or the criminal mindset. That is when Jimmy introduced me to an older convict serving his second life sentence (having been paroled), for the crime of murder. That older convict would have an impact on the remainder of my time in prison and would help to shape my story even today. I was recently told that that older convict Big Steve died while in prison, well, Big Steve was instrumental in the LORD enabling me to kill the old Michael.

I paroled on May 9, 2002 and discharged off parole on June 15, 2005, yep, I gave back that c-39094 number that is a part of my past. I am a better man having gone through it. Of course, I would have done things a whole lot differently in hindsight, but then I would be someone else and not the man I am today. Husband, married the very first time on July 16, 2002, have 2 daughters form my beloveds previous marriage. I have had failing health since 1995 and have had 2 total knee replacements in 2000; and am scheduled for a total right hip replacement in May. I have had financial success since my parole and financial disaster, coupled with failing health; I still have faith in GOD and in the ability to reacquire stuff.

To dialog with me contact me on my blog Michael “Ground” Jordan, we can interact and you can share your opinions, ask questions and get to know each other. So, keep my story in mind, if you are up against it, or if you have a child or loved one going through it, you know someone who has been in the muck and the mire, and who, by the grace of GOD has come through on the winning side.

Eighty Ways to Make Money From the Pokemon Go Craze

Pokémon Go has exploded to become a certified cultural phenomenon. Every businessman, entrepreneur and game designer is watching Pokémon Go with a mixture of excitement and envy. Smart entrepreneurs and businessmen understand that although it appears to be a simple combination of graphics and gameplay, the underlying design is quite complex and well thought out. There is nothing trivial or silly about it. It is the most successful App launch ever seen. The most savvy entrepreneurs and businessmen have quickly realized there are ways to make money from this craze, even if you are not John Hanke (CEO of Niantic and the creator of Pokémon Go,) or Nintendo.

First the basics:

* Pokémon Go tracks player’s location, which forces people to get off your couch, out of their house, and travel to specific locations called PokéStops and Gyms. Good news, those Pokémon players (called Trainers) are real world consumers, and the PokéStops and Gyms are real world destinations.

* Demographic studies show that most Pokémon Trainers/players are 18-35, and cut across all ethnic boundaries. Although there are a significant number of kids playing (and mothers who may be customers,) it means that most of your local Trainer/players have disposable income available.

* A Pokémon Gym is a real world location where Trainers/players must physically travel to, in order to battle other Pokémon. If your store is near a Pokémon Gym, then Trainers/players will be coming to your doorstop. If you have one near you, you probably already know it.

* A PokéStop is a place where Trainers/players can get free in-game tools used in gameplay. Again, if you have one near you, you probably already know it. A PokéStop can also be assigned a Pokémon Lure which attract Pokémon creatures, which in turn attract additional Trainers/players, also known as potential customers. Retailers, restaurants, bars, and coffee shops have all taken advantage of nearby PokéStops. See examples #14, and #18 below.

* The Trainer/players hunt and capture Pokémon of differing rarity and value. The Pokémon have names and unique identities. That opens up possibilities for small business owners such as the bar that offered specific bounties. See example #17 below.

* Once a Player/trainer achieves Level 5, they must choose loyalty to one of three factions, Team Mystic, color Blue; Team Instinct, color Yellow; or Team Valor, color Red. As a businessman, your potential customer has therefore aligned themselves with a color and a team. That means your yellow merchandise suddenly has greater appeal to members of Team Instinct, your red items to Team Valor, and so on.

* Pokémon Go is a battery hog. Trainers/players are constantly draining their phones. This is a problem for them, and an opportunity for you.

* There are Twitter hashtags and Facebook groups for Pokémon fanatics. This means there are very affordable methods to get your message directly to local targeted Trainers/players.

* Lastly, Pokémon Go has been having problems with their servers. Too many people want to play, and Pokémon’s servers have crashed which has led to frustration and thousands of internet memes. Like the game itself, the frustration can be the source of money making ideas. See the T-shirt example #45 below.

So with that out of the way, here are some ways that people and corporations are making money from the Pokémon Go craze. Look down this list. With some imagination, there are opportunities for you too.

1. The first and most obvious way to make money on this craze is to invest in Nintendo. The smartest investors put their money in before it hit big, but nothing breeds success like success. So who knows what will come next.

2. If you own a Restaurant, a Pub, Coffee Shop, Snack Shop, Ice Cream Shop, etc. and you are located near a PokéStop, place a Lure at the PokéStop and place a sign inviting customers to sit and play. If you don’t know how to place a Lure, walk outside, find someone staring intently at their phone, and ask them.

3. Do you have a Restaurant, Coffee Shop, Snack Shop, Ice Cream Shop close to a PokéStop, BUT NOT CLOSE ENOUGH? Station a server at the PokéStop with food samples and discount coupons.

4. Do you have a Restaurant Pub Coffee Shop, Snack Shop, Ice Cream Shop close to a PokéStop, but not close enough, AND is the PokéStop Lure free? Place Lure at PokéStop. Set up a small sign saying you have placed the Lure (build awareness and gratitude for your shop, and increase your “cool” factor,) and that Lures placed at the top of every hour. Invite players to come have a cup of coffee while they wait. Great way to show your support and to build loyalty. This worked wonderfully for a tavern in Fairbanks Alaska. Yes they have Pokémon there too.

5. But what if you have a Restaurant Pub Coffee Shop, Snack Shop, Ice Cream Shop close to a PokéStop, but not close enough, and OTHER STORES are placing Lures? Place a sign at the PokéStop inviting customers to your shop and offer a free phone charging station. Pokémon Go players are often surprised at how quickly their phone battery drains and will flock to you. Be sure to have some fast charge stations for the Galaxy 6 and 7.

6. You don’t need a restaurant. If you own a Retail Store near a PokéStop, you can take advantage as well. Trainers/players do more than drink coffee. They purchase things too. You can place a Lure at the PokéStop and then set up a sign inviting new customers to shop.

7. Pub Crawls are already popping up around Portland Oregon and other cities. Sponsor one if you are a bar or pub.

8. Yelp is already making money from the Pokémon craze. They have installed a filter so players know which stores are near PokéStops. Don’t have one near you? Niantic has a support form on their website that you can use to request a PokéStop or Gym.

9. Are you an expert player? Do you at least know how to set up a Lure? Many shop owners do not know anything about Pokémon Go, and may be technophobic. Offer to set it up for them and monitor it during store hours. I have heard rates running from $50/day to $300/day in service fees.

10. You can do the same for locations that are not located near you if you use a rooted phone and a GPS spoofer. I personally DO NOT endorse this idea. You run the risk of being banned, but the how-to information is already online so I would be remiss if I didn’t list it here.

11. PokéStops include some apartment complexes. Are you the rental agent for an apartment complex? Be sure to place a Lure at your PokéStop.

12. Are you an artist? Offer to paint window art featuring Pokémon in stores and restaurants near PokéStops.

13. El Cid in Silver Lake California, has a Pokémon Gym, and a weekday Pokémon happy hour. Why not you?

14. L’inizio Italian Restaurant in Long Island City, New York, increased sales 75% over a recent weekend by investing $10 in Lures at a PokéStop at their restaurant.

15. The US Space & Rocket Center in Huntsville Alabama offers Group discounts to individual Pokémon players who show the App when purchasing tickets. They advertise 22 locations, including three gyms, and suggest that visitors wander and appreciate all the museum has to offer while they are hunting Pokémon.

16. One Pizza parlor offered discounts and free slices based on a player’s level. They quickly learned that freebies were not a good idea.

17. Pints & Pixels in Huntsville Alabama has offered bounties for specific Pokémon caught nearby.

18. AFK Tavern in Everett Washington, a must-go pub for any serious gamer or geek, is the site of a Pokémon Gym. They offer a discount if you are the leader of the gym. They warn against false claims by boasting that 98% of their wait staff plays. Hmmm, what is wrong with the other 2%

19. You can do the same discount as AFK Tavern even if there is no gym on your site. Simply choose a gym nearby and place a sign at the gym advertising your discount.

20. It may be obvious, but if you have a Food truck, park it at a PokéStop and place a Lure.

21. If you have a portable Barista cart, do the same thing.

22. Are you teaching your kids about setting up a lemonade stand? Help them set up at a PokéStop with a Lure.

23. Capitalize on the biggest complaint players have about the game, and set up a mobile charging station near a PokéStop. Best Buy and other outlets sell extra-long chagrining cords so you can set one end in your cigarette lighter and the other can reach out the window. Charge in 15 minute increments.

24. Eggs need to hatch. In order to hatch the player must walk two, five, or ten kilometers based on the type of egg. If you are normally moving a lot for work or pleasure, you can offer to carry and nurse someone’s egg. How? First there has to be security and trust between the hatcher and the player since you will need to sign into their account, but if you can get past that, you can simply sign in on your phone and start moving.

25. Joggers, you can do the same. Golfers too.

26. Do you ride your bicycle to work or for fun? This is a great opportunity for you too.

27. Hey bike messengers, do this to make extra money. Just stay under 10mph or your movement won’t count.

28. Skateboarders, why not place your Craigslist add right now. You could be hatching eggs by tonight.

29. Pokémon are distributed around the world based in some part by location and environment. Water type Pokémon are often found near water. Similarly, other types of Pokémon are often found in other environments. Offer an Uber type service to drive car less players to other areas of town. The going rate seems to be around $20/hr per person.

30. San Francisco Travel is touting their unique Pokémon areas with detailed directions for Pokémon in parks and famous locations.

31. Do you give already tours of your city? You can add Pokémon Tours as a specialty.

32. Do you know the best spots for Pokémon that other people are not aware of? Just like fishing guides who bring tourists to the best places for Tarpon, you can be a Pokémon Guide and bring people to secret PokéStops with rare Pokémon.

33. Start a Pokémon party bus. That could be wild!

34. Be a Remote Pokémon hunter. Someone from Kansas may want to see if San Diego has Pokémon rarely seen in the Midwest. Trainer/players on Reddit are already bemoaning the difference in Pokémon spawning habits between NYC and Chicago. Similar to nursing eggs, a safe exchange of information is required, but it is certainly not rocket science. Be aware, this is not specifically addressed in the terms of agreement, but if it’s a violation, you may be banned.

35. Target is selling Pokémon T-shirts. They have the license and the products. Now Pokémon is trendy again.

36. Kohl’s is selling Pokémon Backpacks.

37. Hot Topic, the bastion of pop culture merchandise, is selling T-shirts, socks, underwear, earrings, and many other items.

38. Fathead.com is selling Pokémon Wall decals.

39. Party City is selling Pokémon piñatas. There will be a lot of Pokémon parties this summer.

40. According to Gizmodo, McDonalds has a deal that will set up every McDonalds as either a PokéStop or Pokémon Gym. Supposedly the partnership will soon make its debut in Japan. Makes sense since most McDonald’s have Wi-Fi and Nintendo and McDonald’s have a history of doing promotions together.

41. With McDonald’s as a proof-of-concept, other sponsorships may be on the way.

42. Expect sponsored specialty items such as rare Pokémon as well.

43. Are you older than 30? Were you a Pikachu fan when you were a child? Sell your old childhood Pokémon stuff on eBay to a new younger audience. Special editions and unopened games seem to bring in the best prices.

44. If you are artistic, you can design and sell red, yellow, and blue t-shirts for teams Valor, Mystic, and Instinct. Design them, and then use a print on demand service such as Café Press for production and fulfilment.

45. Or, take advantage of the sever issues and design t-shirts with slogans such as “I’m only here because the Pokémon server is down.”

46. If you are a bit naughty, you can take your T-Shirt design a step further with slogans such as “Stop playing with your balls!” and “I wish my husband went down as often as the Pokémon servers.”

47. Alibaba.com has dozens of backpack manufacturers with small MOQ (minimum order quantity) which you can use to create Team Valor, Instinct, or Mystic backpacks.

48. Alibaba.com has manufacturers of water bottles at very low prices and available in Yellow, Red, and Blue. Do you sense an opportunity?

49. Alibaba.com also has manufacturers of Figurines. You can set up an Amazon shop and be a specialty Pokémon store.

50. Many Trainers/players are spending more time in the sun than they realize. Alibaba.com has manufacturers of inexpensive promotional item priced sunscreen available in Red, Yellow, and Blue. Sell them or give them away with your store name on them.

51. Are you a bakery or cake decorator? Bake and sell Pokémon themed cakes. Or bake and sell cake pops decorated as Pokémon balls.

52. Can you sew? Make Team Valor, Team Instinct, or Team Mystic bandanas for dogs.

53. Can you knit? Make Pokémon hats.

54. Can you make homemade bath bombs? Pokémon bath bombs would be a hit. Sell them online.

55. Are you a Pokémon intermediate player? Write a How-To guide for beginners. Post it online and sell display ads.

56. Are you a Pokémon expert? Write a strategy guide for experienced players. Post it online and sell display ads.

57. Are you ethically gray? Write a cheating guide. Post it online and sell display ads.

58. Are you good at sewing? Create Pokémon cosplay outfits.

59. Do you own a Barbershop or salon? Offer Pokémon style haircuts.

60. As long as you are already walking for Pokémon Go, talk to your neighbors and offer to be a dog walker.

61. And since you are already walking, and you like dogs, sign up for charity apps like Wooftrax.com. Money is donated to animal shelters for every mile you walk, and you are already walking to catch Pokémon and hatch eggs.

62. Another way to take advantage of walking is to register for Wegolook.com. This is a service where you visually “look” at things on behalf of remote buyers. Check it out.

63. Did you love the Ice-cream truck as a kid? Become a mobile retailer and sell Pokémon merchandise at PokéStops. Bring your truck, a display, and Lures. You can even play music. Please tell me that you know that Pikachu song. Make a schedule, and post your schedule ahead of time at each of the stops. Have a friend set Lures 15 minutes before you arrive, then show up with 15 minutes to sell. Time it right and you can easily do 20 stops a day.

64. Alibaba.com has many ball cap manufacturers with small MOQ (minimum order quantity) which you can use to create Team Valor, Instinct, or Mystic caps.

65. Sell Pokémon plush toys (from Alibaba.com) from your mobile store.

66. Sell Pokémon Team themed mobile power banks (from Alibaba.com) from your mobile store. Make your customers happy by pre-charging them.

67. Are you are Retailer too far from a stop? Set up a pop-up shop.

68. Create Pokémon theme birthday parties for kids. Be the one stop shop for moms. You supply everything from paper plates and cake to decorations and party gifts. All with a Pokémon Go theme. Mom just hires you, and you do all the rest.

69. If you are good with coding, pulling data, and API’s, you can put up a site that shows local Pokémon server status and weather reports for people considering venturing out on Pokémon hunts. Monetize it with display ads.

70. Some people are selling their accounts, already leveled up. eBay and Craigslist has postings, with accounts unaffiliated with Teams going for the most. This may violate terms of agreement however, so warning, you may get banned.

71. Be Pikachu at events. You can buy a Pikachu mascot costume for as little as $50.

72. Are you an outdoor personal trainer? Incorporate Pokémon Go into your on-the-go workouts. Pokémon Go has proven the success of gamification of exercise and fitness.

73. Are you an indoor personal trainer? Incorporate Pokémon Go egg hatching into indoor track workouts.

74. Be a 1:1 teacher for new users. Advertise on Craigslist.

75. Do you practice sports medicine? There will be a lot of people walking who have never gotten off their couch before. Advertise to first time Pokémon players.

76. Are you a chiropractor? Same thing goes for you. New clients are out there ready to limp in. Pokémon players are very keyed in to social media.

77. Are you a Physical Therapist? Incorporate Pokémon Go into your rehab routines. Swedish Medical Hospital in Seattle has incorporated Pokémon Go into rehab work for some child burn victims and are thrilled with the response. C.S. Mott Children’s Hospital in Michigan is using Pokémon Go to encourage children to move and bend during Physical Therapy.

78. Do you do foot massage? Set up at PokéStops. You will be heaven sent for many tired Pokémon hunters.

79. Design and sell bumper stickers and window decals for teams Valor, Mystic, and Instinct.

80. Make and sell Pokémon Team badges so team members can find each other at Gyms and Pokestops. Pokémon Trainer/players are making new friends, and being on the same team is a great icebreaker. Help them identify each other with a team badge they can wear.

81. BONUS. Love is in the air and Pikachu is playing cupid. For a small fee, POKEDATES will set you up on dates with other Trainers/players.

Now that you have all these ideas, look for Pokémon groups. Portland is hosting family friendly gathering at a city park with thousands of people indicating they are interested in going. This is a bonanza for anyone selling merchandise. Arrive with a mobile charging station. Tweet about it, message your local Pokémon Facebook groups. Use social media. Buy targeted advertising on Facebook, and use Pokémon as one of your keywords. The phenomenon is real.

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A Soldier to Another

Hank, me and the Cayuga Street Gang

Part I

Then one day, Hank Gardiner, whom really had very little to say, I had met him the summer before, a relative of one of the gang members (The Cayuga Street Gang, also called ‘Donkeyland,’ by the local police who combed the neighborhood daily), who lived near our neighborhood, knew most of the guys, six-years older than I, said something in an almost whisper, after we had walked from the small neighborhood ‘Pitman,’ grocery store, near Granite Street, heading down towards the church steps, off Jackson and Sycamore Streets. He had parked his 1956 green Oldsmobile across the street from the church steps, by my friend, Bill Kapaun’s house (by twilight the whole gang would be there.)

He said, “I’ll be going soon!”

“Going where?” I asked.

“To Vietnam, the war, I’ll be a soldier, I volunteered.”

“Oh,” I said with a surprised tone to my voice, adding, “that war over, by China? Maybe you’ll not end up there?”

“No, the recruiter said I would,” replied Hank, “yup, tomorrow I go, can’t wait around here, nothing going on but drinking, fights, Chicks, nothing for a man my age to do but drink, and I can get some college in the Army also, I think I’ll take advantage of it. Just think, before school starts, in September, I’ll be fighting in Vietnam.”

“School, hick with school, I’d like to go with you now, tomorrow, I just as soon be gone, then sit around here.” I said as if wanting to follow him.

Then I hesitated, looked at his face, he was there already, so it appeared, daydreaming of his Army career.

Me and Hank would go down to his green Oldsmobile, occasionally-prior to this day-and he’d turn on the radio, and we’d sit, usually with a few other guys, he, usually being more inclined to talk to them, than me, except for today (perhaps because of my age, at fourteen), and we’d be listening to Elvis Presley songs, Rick Nelson, Johnny Cash, singers like that, tapping our feet on the asphalt street, leaning lightly against his car.

Just prior to dusk-just like today-we’d head on down to those church stops, that faced Jackson Street, the church being of red brick, and its tall steeple on the other side of us, the steps actually led into an addition to the church, perhaps the chapel, or hall of some kind, I never saw anyone go through those doors, they usually went to the back side of the building to get in it.

Anyhow, most of us guys in the neighborhood heard about the war in Vietnam, but up to now, now one went, and the war was not called a war, it was called a ‘Conflict’ perhaps to lessen the stigma. In consequence, Hank would be the first one to go, if indeed he went.

And we sat there, listing to a small battery radio, on the steps this pre-evening-it was a warm late afternoon, Oakland Cemetery across the street, they were locking the gates, and I could see Roger’s girlfriend, Shelly, she was walking about the Caretaker’s premises, she lived there with her mother and father, the old child to my understanding; she was the first girl I ever kissed, at the age of thirteen years old, Roger made a bit with her to do so, and after she did, I wanted a second round, and she and the guys laughed. But I was serious.

Well, there we were, Hank and I on the church steps, and a man walks by, “You know where Cayuga Street is?” he asked, and I said, “Down three blacks,” he was a stranger and we knew everyone on the block, everyone by Smiley’s friends, a guy who moved in a year prior, and Doug was going to get into a fight with him, but it never took place, maybe he was his friend, so I got thinking. Then down the block, I noticed several bodies coming, Jackie, the girl I was kind of dating was with them, she was Chippewa, dark hair, about five-foot one, cute, with dark eyes, she and her family lived up the block, on Sycamore Street. I noticed Doug and Larry, and Karin, with John were among the group, and behind them, Big Ace, Jerry, was trying to catch up, he was all of six-foot five inches tall, two-hundred and fifty-pounds, and a tinge slow, he was about ten-years older than I, and bought the booze for everyone, that is, he never had much money, and drank free off us, but we got the booze.

Jackie was the same age of me and she hung around near what was called the turn-around, next to my grandfather’s house, where me and my brother lived with our mother and grandpa. Next to that was an empty lot, and a hill called ‘Indian’s Hill,’ Jackie and I would go up there and kiss, oh not much more, just necking.

“Yes,” I said, “tomorrow I guess you got to go then!”

He, Hank, heard me, he put his hand on my shoulder, and it was a different kind of stillness.

“You?” he questioned “cannot go in the military for another four-years, if the war lasts that long, maybe I’ll be a sergeant then, and we’ll meet one another, it’s not all that long.”

“You’ll be killing all those…” I didn’t know what to call the enemy, so I left it at that…

The he explained in depth to do something, anything, but get out of this neighborhood he implied, when I was capable of doing so, that here there was only a dead end, a road that lead to no other roads. It made me think, planted a seed to be harvested later on. Oh I didn’t quite understand all the rudimentary that went along with that statement, we seldom do when your so close to the forest, it is hard to see it is a forest, likewise, it was hard for me to see, the dead end (but one person did say it correctly, some twenty-years after this day, when I was clean and sober, and becoming a counselor, he said at a meeting at the hospital to a group of recovering alcoholics, while I was taking an internship at Ramsey Hospital, “There are two corner bars in this neighborhood I went to, and I discovered the folks that live there, started drinking there since they were teenagers, and they are now older men, and still there, dying slowly of the alcohol…” he was talking of my neighborhood, and he didn’t of course realize it, and I never told him to my knowledge, but I did mentioned after the lecture I was aware of where, and whom he was talking).

Nonetheless, Hank went on to say, the Army was offering him opportunities to go to college (something that was foreign to me, I would hardly make it to High School, I felt, thus college was the forest thing from my mind, yet the goal of going to college, coming out of my neighborhood-as Greek, and as far fetched as it sounded, it would be an afterthought that would come back a throughout my teens, and even into my early twenties, perhaps Hank planted another muster seed in my subconscious, because it would grow, and someday I’d get my Ph.D.)

I was back then, too young for the Army, and Hank knew it, and as impressionable as I was with Hank, and the adventures the Army were starting to offer-travel and education-I didn’t fully understand it all, I was too young, and then one day, the next day he was gone, disappeared.

“I’ll write you,” I said to Hank.

“No,” he commented, “just finish school, I’ll be back on leave to see you and the gang, now and then!”

Anyhow, he was listening to me attentively for the first time it appeared, until the gang got to the church steps.

He punched me in my left arm, he was on that side of me, sitting on the stops, leaning back against the cement back of the upper step, my chin in my arms, my elbows on my knees, and I almost fell over,

“Yup,” he said, “You only got to stay here a while longer then join the Army and see the world.”

“See what?” I asked, then I noticed my brother Mike coming down Jackson Street, he was two years older than I, with Gary, whom was called Mouse, they had been working on his go-cart.

It was now a matter of minutes before the gang members were climbing up the steps “Shut up now,” said Hank, “you’re the only one that knows this…that I’m going tomorrow.”

“All right,” I answered back, as if to confirm my hearing him.

He then put his hands behind his back, leaned back more onto the upper step,

“Well, Chick,” said Jackie, with a smile, “anything goin’ on?”

“Nope,” I said, and she sat down beside me.

(I didn’t want hank to go, I didn’t hear Jackie, what she was saying, she was talking lightly, I seemed to have been in a fog, something like in a state of disassociation, in her world, but outside of it, like in a fish boil looking at everyone around you, she nudged me, slightly-the Vietnam war was running through my head-“are you alright?” she asked, perhaps thinking she did something wrong, and she hadn’t, and I moved my head right to left, and she sat quietly, talking to Karin below her whom was sitting with John, who would marry her in a number of years; after he and I would take off to Long Beach California, although that was years ahead, and when we’d come back she and he would marry.)

Jackie’s sister showed up, Jennie, her and Larry were going steady, and Larry was the tough guy of the neighborhood, whom I lived with a number of times, upon my return from several long trips. I lived for a summer in his attic, another summer in his garage, and had party after party, booze and girls, and I lived in a duplex he rented the upper apartment.

Well, Larry and Jennie were there, and my brother was dating Carol, and she showed up, and Ace was not dating anyone and dancing about as he often did.

“Jackie,” I said.

“Of course I’m all right, I’m just thinking.” she chuckled as if it was a delayed reaction, she had already forgotten she had asked how I was doing, and onto other things with the gang, talking about getting some cases of beer and either going to ‘Indian’s Hill’ to get drunk, or jumping the Cemetery fence and drinking among the ghosts and gravestones there.

I now looked at Hank, perhaps one of my last looks, and he said in a spirited voice, jumping up, pulling out the keys to his green 1956 Oldsmobile, in my ear, “Hush,” and I did not disclose his secret.

He stood up talking to a few of the guys, as then; Jackie asked if I would later go for a walk with her, down to Indians Hill. I could hear Mike talking to Carol, and Larry and Doug talking, and then Rick came up and sat with the guys.

Jerry, otherwise known as Ace, was singing a song called ‘Twenty-four Black Birds…” and everyone started laughing.

“Everyone pitch in two dollars, Ace is going to buy us two cases of beer, and a bottle of wine,” said one of he guys.

Ace looked at Doug, said, “I didn’t say I was going to!”

Roger and Ronnie, his brother had shown up, said, “Come on Ace get with it, you one of us or not!”

And so Ace, Doug, and Roger went to get the liquor up on Rice Street, on the other side of the Cemetery, “We’ll meet you guys down on Indian’s Hill,” said Roger, and he drove Ace and Doug up to the store to pick it up.

Hank was still standing, looked at me, “See…!” he said to me, nothing more, he figured it was a neighborhood affair, he seldom drank with us anyway, and so him not showing up at Indian’s Hill would not be any surprise.

I sat back down, watched Hank go to his Oldsmobile, not realizing this would be his last time I’d see him…

I saw Jackie pull out two dollars, gave it to me to give to Roger, to give to Ace to get the booze, and I did likewise, as everyone did, and they went to get as much booze the money would buy, Ace didn’t have a dime, as often he didn’t but when he did, he was generous with his money.

“I forgot my false teeth,” said Ace to Roger, and Roger replied, “you don’t really need them, but we can stop by and pick them up,” he lived on Sims, street, his father a Captain of the Fire Department of St. Paul, Minnesota. In a year or so, I would take a liking for his sister, she and I, like Jackie attended the same High School, Washington High on Rice Street, Kathy was her name, and she’d show up in the neighborhood and we’d hang out, we kissed only a few times, and it seemed it kind of fizzled away, although we were friends for the next twenty-years, until she got hit by a car. She had gotten married, and lived close to the two bars on the corner of Jackson and Acker.

And so Ace, Roger and Doug jumped into their cars, and Hank, into his, as Jackie and I headed with the rest of the gang to Indian’s Hill.

Now Hank was gone, and the first thing I knew was Jackie and I were on Indians’ Hill drinking with the gang, then it started to rain, and everyone ran for cover with a beer bottle in their hands, and four cases of beer up on the hill, by a large thick tree, Jackie and I with a blanket over our heads, down by my Grandfather’s garage-not sure where we got the blanket, I think I slipped it out of my house, and we kissed a bit, not much, and we held each other, lightly, and we could see the guys walked to and fro crisscross across the empty lot, everyone getting drunk, and the police driving by, shinning lights up into the thick of the bushes onto of the hill.

I thought about writing Hank, but I never got his Military Address, and so I stopped one day at his house, his brother, older brother came to the door, and I introduced myself to him, “Oh, yes!” he said, “Hank had mentioned your name a few times…!”

“I’d like to write him,” I said, it had been about nine months since I had seen him, I was all of fifteen-years old, plus a few months, date freely, no one in particular, although Jackie was still around, and Kathy, and I had met a girl called Sheila, I was in the second year of High School, she one year below me, and we danced at a lot of the park and school dances, and she always wanted me to make love to her, but I wouldn’t and she told me so, that I was missing something, and I suppose I was, but I was getting into drinking and quicker affairs, but she was popular in High School, and we dated that fall.

Anyhow, this visit accrued during the time I was seeing Sheila, and his brother took a second to say what he needed to say right, “He was killed in action in Vietnam, a few months ago.”

You really do not know what to say at a time like that, you just stand still numb, absorbing the substance of those words, as if you would like him to reconfirm what he said, although you know what he said. I was not prepared for that, a tear came to my eyes, I had no control over it, an automatic tear. My inners became disrupted, and I had to catch my breath.

“Oh…ooo!” I said, looking down at my feet to find words and all I found was zigzagging emotions.

And so I left it at that, what more can a person say, the brother tried to put a smile on his face, but couldn’t. And I couldn’t and I left as strangely as I had appeared.

I told myself, ‘…go get drunk,’ perhaps that is where I picked up some of my avoidance of stress: drink it away. I knew I was growing up fast, and the world around me would change, and I’d soon be making choices, like Hank did.

((In 1969, on my way back from San Francisco, and after visiting Mexico for a day, I’d head on up to Grand Forks, North Dakota, and thereafter, be joining the Army, more like drafted into it, and head onto Augsburg, Germany, and then onto Vietnam. Then it would be, a solider to a soldier as I had imagined it to be in the beginning, but it would have to be in a secret kind of world of our own, my own, because of course he was gone: but not forgotten. I would be heading on down to Fort Bragg, North Carolina, for Basic Training, and then over to Redstone Arsenal, Alabama, for more training, and to Fort Lewis for Jungle training. This was just the beginning of my world, my adventures to be, the ones he sadly did not get a chance to, but then, perhaps I did it for him, as they said in the neighborhood when I’d return, and I did return several times, they lived through my adventures) (or by proxy.))

(The fall of ’69)

From Minneapolis to Chicago to…

Part II

“Where does one go to take his physical?” I said to a military man, who was called ‘Sergeant,’ I had a paper I showed him, confirming I was the person who was to take it, along with my Minnesota Drivers License, confirming the paper, it had a picture on it (I had just come back from San Francisco, it was October, of 1969).

I was a bit afraid when we got to Chicago, from Minneapolis, that we might catch the wrong bus, in a town as big as Chicago, I figured it would be easy, for the Sergeant had left once he dropped us off from the first bus-the one that drove us out of Minneapolis to Chicago, not sure where he went, perhaps to go get drunk.

But we caught it all right-the first bus, I never had to ask the bus driver if it was the right one, he knew who we were-because the Sergeant was there, and in a way I was darn glad he did know, because here we all were, cars and busses rushing by us like birds in the air- Minneapolis was twice the size of St. Paul, and Chicago was three times the size of Minneapolis, thus, movement was everywhichway, and a few shoving folks here and there to boot, and it was early afternoon, and by the time we would get to Chicago, it would be pre-dusk, and the spell of night would be falling over the city, me and my companions, were hopeful another sergeant would be there to guide us onto the next bus, but this was just hopeful think, not reality.

I thought about Hank, had he not been killed in Vietnam, he would have most likely wanted to see me before I seen him, at some location, perhaps even at the distant Military Base I was headed for, and given me so pointers, but those were just thoughts as I waited for the second bus. He wasn’t there, or never would be, I was on my own, and doing what he and I talked about me doing so long ago.

My family, Aunt Ann, her husband George, and Betty, and Grandpa Anton, Colleen and Sally, all relatives, along with my brother, and the rest of my relations had thrown a party for me before I went on this voyage, I am not convinced why they did, perhaps for my mother’s sake, perhaps because I was the only one in the family drafted, but I had told myself, ‘If I’m not drafted, I’d join, although I was now 22-years old, and most of the young-men with me, and those I’d meet in Boot Camp in a day or so, were between seventeen and twenty. I would be the second oldest in the platoon of some 44-men.

Standing there in the mist of twilight-in Chicago, I seen all the tall building surrounding me, it was like being in the Rocky Mountains, or the Andes, crushed inside of them, I wanted to get out of Chicago, and fast.

At the Gates of Fort Bragg, North Carolina

Then a bus stopped, near the corner, one I never saw before (hired just for this purpose to take us down to North Carolina, so I’d find out), a heap bigger than the one I was put on in Minneapolis, Minnesota, I thought, and me and several others would be soldiers thought I’m sure, as we stood together, looking at the Greyhound Bus already holding our tickets in our hands (the Sergeant on the previous bus had said this one would take us to Fort Bragg, and we’d be met at the gates, and another bus would pick us up, bringing us to our Company area.) we, all thought, and saw the driver signal with his arm to move onto the bus, for us to get on the bus, I was wore out for sleep, but I couldn’t risk getting on the wrong bus, so I stepped out and up onto the first of three steps-blocking the door entrance, ready to find a seat noticing the bus was half full of young fellows like me already, “Is this the…” I started to say, and the driver seemed as if he knew me, and simply said, “Yes…! You’re on the right bus, take a seat!”

And so I walked the isle to find one.

I saw all the towns from Chicago, to Fayetteville, as more young would-be soldiers, come onto the bus, at small stations, and brought tickets, like me with them, and then we were gone again.

I seen a number of trains go by along side of us, some more towns, and I just fell to sleep somewhere along the way.

I knew I was right to be on that bus, or so it seemed like to me, it went on forever that ride, but would be a new beginning for me. I had already crisscrossed the country, living in Omaha, Nebraska, Seattle, Washington, Long Beach California, and San Francisco, “That’s right!” I said to myself, “I’ve got to get out of this country to see the rest of the world now, today…” then my drifting subconscious spoke back to me saying , “Of course you must, you can find friends anywhere in the world,” and I told my subconscious, “I guess I can, I guess I’m not missing a thing, I haven’t got but one life to live, I mean the person you meet might have lived anywhere in the world, people in the Army were folks scattered all over the place, and overnight you got to meet them, from California to Main, from Europe to China (places I would visit in the future).

“Yes,” my subconscious confirmed to my conscious, on that bus ride, “That’s what I already told you, you don’t need a case history to see the world, this is a good start…and you’re lucky, at that.”

The Ku Klux Klan – Ends in 20–?

The Ku Klux Klan had at one time been especially dominant in the mountain, Piedmont and Deep South areas of the United States of America. But the Knights of the White Camellia, another race hatred organization, finally ruled in the Deep South, after being founded in 1867 in Louisiana.

They were reputed to have more members than the KKK, but were more conservative and less spectacular in their actions. The Knights had a similar divisional organization to the Klan, with headquarters in New Orleans. One scholar placed the Knights as actually a branch of the Ku Klux Klan, stating it was a Texas group led by Charles Lee. It was linked to a number of incidents of racial intimidation and harassment in Vidor, Texas, occurring in 1992 and 1993.

These events involved efforts to prevent the desegregation of an all-white federally assisted housing project. Among reported threats was an attempt to blow up a unit to prevent its integration. Residents of this housing project issued a statement that the Knights “carried automatic weapons on a bus they drove through the housing complex and that one Klan member offered white children $50 to beat up African-American children.”

Based on that, the Texas Commission on Human Rights brought a civil suit against the Klan. One tactic nowadays used against them is to bring civil suits, for in many cases, these cowards have attacked an individual with a group of people. That makes it harder to get a criminal conviction. Groups who kill or hurt individuals are difficult to convict in criminal court, due to the “eye for an eye” nature of homicide and assault laws, but it’s easier to get a conviction against them as a group in civil court.

In 1915, the second Ku Klux Klan was founded by William J. Simmons, a famous white promoter of fraternal orders. The new group proposed a much broader program than the first one, including with its white supremacy orientation a degree of nativism, or preaching against foreigners, and anti-Catholicism. They were now also more sharply oriented towards anti-Semitism, and were similar in these regards to the Know-Nothing movement of the mid-19th century.

The newfound power of the modern mass media inspired the Klan’s comeback. For example there was the silent 1915 black and white film, “Birth of a Nation,” which made a major point of featuring the Klan as “American heroes,” and inflammatory anti-Semitic newspaper accounts surrounding the trial and subsequent lynching of Leo Frank, a Jewish man accused of murder.

Frank was the manager of a pencil factory in Atlanta, Georgia, and he was accused of killing 13-year-old employee Mary Phagan, an accusation that due to anti-Semitic fervor grew into wild tales of orgies and rapes that Frank had supposedly committed. His death by lynching through a mob of prominent citizens in Marietta, Georgia in 1915 caused the formation of the Anti-Defamation League, but also fanned the flames of unrest. Georgia politician and publisher Tom Watson used the case to build support for the renewal of the first Klan, which had been destroyed by the federal government in the early 1870s.

But now, the second KKK was a formal fraternal organization with the ability to communicate through the mails, the newly invented telephone, and the mass media. It had a national and state structure, which paid thousands of men to organize local chapters all over the country. At its peak in the early 1920s, the KKK included nearly 15% of the nation’s eligible white population. Some southern groups caused lynchings and other violent activities, which in a few years made the South gain in its reputation for wanton lawlessness.

After 1920, professional promoters Elizabeth Tyler and Edward Y. Clarke helped it spread rapidly through the North this time, as well as the South. It gave the militant patriotism that had been aroused in WWI an outlet, and began stressing Christian fundamentalism. But they also began controlling politics in many communities, and in the 1920s they elected many state officials and Congressmen. The states of Texas, Oklahoma, Indiana, Oregon and Maine were being held under their pervasive influence. Their power in the Midwest began to fade in the late 1920s when a major Klan leader, David C. Stephenson, was convicted of murder.

Such evidence of corruption led to the indictment of Indiana’s governor and Indianapolis’ mayor, as they were both Klan supporters. Meanwhile, the Klan was organizing lynchings, as they had already done in the 1800s, and committing other crimes against humanity, such as dissuading black people from taking jobs for which they had been hired. In one case, they talked a black female schoolteacher out of assuming her position by visiting her at night while wearing their peculiar costumes, with Viking horns sticking out of their heads. They were known for their extreme measures taken against Native Americans, blacks and Jews, plus their newer anti-Catholic sentiments were sometimes violently expressed, as by the mid-1920s, their membership had peaked sharply. They now had an estimated 4 to 5 million members.

Although their active membership was probably much smaller, the Invisible Empire had finally fulfilled their own sick premise, making sure that “you’d better be racist, or else.” But the Klan next proceeded to decline rapidly, and was down to about 30,000 members by 1930. In the meantime, the “Klan spirit” managed to help break the Democratic Party’s hold on the South in 1928, when Roman Catholic Alfred E. Smith was running as that party’s presidential candidate.

The collapse of the second Klan almost immediately afterwards was due to state laws forbidding masks and disallowing the “secret organization” elements of the group, which stemmed from the bad publicity they were receiving through the sporadically violent action of their thugs and swindlers. Also, the interest in it among the ghouls, or individual members, was disappearing, and during the Great Depression of the 1930s, their dues-paying membership pretty much disappeared. There wouldn’t be further interest in it until well after WWII, especially since one of the reasons they had problems was their affiliations with the Nazis and similar groups. They tried getting together with the Neo Nazis in the 1980s, but differing ideologies quickly drove the two groups apart.

The third attempt at the Klan “rising again” was by Dr. Samuel Green of Georgia, when he attempted to revive it in the years following the Second World War, but this failed. The organization was splintered, and states were beginning to individually “bar” it as an illegal group.

But the southern civil rights activities during the 1960s, although they had begun to combat Jim Crow laws and not to particularly oppose the Klan, caused a resurgence of Klannish activities and led to the resurrection of the scattered klaverns. The most notable ones belonged to Mississippi’s White Knights of the KKK groups, which were led by Robert Shelton. These newly revived groups attacked blacks and civil rights workers in many southern cities, including Jacksonville and St. Augustine, Florida, Birmingham and Montgomery, Alabama, and Meridian, Mississippi.

However, this new Klan was not organized well or strongly believed in, so by the end of the 1960s, its power and membership declined to practically nothing. The Civil Rights Movement had used their violent methods against them by practicing gentle nonviolence instead, which made them more sympathetic to the general public than what was now only a bunch of violent, hate-mongering “hoodlums.” The federal government now treated them the same way they treated other organizations seen as “hostile” to American interests, and the FBI was infiltrating and monitoring them well before the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., beloved head of the Civil Rights Movement in America during the 1960s.

They were subject to federal probes, and in Birmingham, my father and the Boys were allowed free license to use “scare tactics” on the “ghouls” as individuals. They “spooked” certain important members by asking their employers about Klan affiliations, also visiting their next-door neighbors and bothering them with questions about the KKK, until these individuals quit the group. Also, MLK’s death in 1968 caused some overdue hatred against them, and anti-Klan sentiment in general, as many people thought the Klan was involved in his murder.

There are some few reports on the Internet about violent attacks by blacks on Klan members in recent years, and apparently there were at least a few murders of whites. Though there was a resurgence of support in the early 1990s via the recruitment efforts of right-winger David Duke in Louisiana, he has since quit the organization, and the membership of the KKK is estimated to now be in the low thousands. With black militancy through “gangstas” on the rise, I think their days may indeed be numbered.

But it has also been estimated that there are as many as 150 Klan chapters or klaverns in the USA, with up to 8,000 members nationwide. These “clubs” run their operations in separate, small local units, and are considered to be extreme hate groups. Therefore, the modern KKK has been repudiated by the mainstream media and many political and religious leaders. Recently, a website touting “Christian Love” was found headed by a female Klan leader, under the phrase “Christina love” on the Internet. It’s doubtful that they’re getting much press coverage; according to the FBI, they’re pretty much “over with.”

Read the next article in this series, “Early American Civil Rights – Begins in 1896″and the other articles in this long article series about why racism was and is so prevalent in the American South.

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The Kenny Chesney News Letter Issue #5

In This Issue (1 Oct 06)

1. Kenny thanks many for his success.

2. Kenny Chesney Live debut and a bonus DVD?

3. “You Save Me” position on Billboard.

4. Who had 100% capacity crowds on this summers tours?

5. Just how popular was Kenny Chesney Live – “Live those Song Again”?

6. You’ll never guess what Kenny is addicted to.

7. “Do you Google”?

8. Kirbys 10 Computer Tips Report.

9. A Computer Tip Before We Go.

10. Your suggestions.
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Kenny recently thanked a group of very important people at a gathering at the Musicians Hall Of Fame. “It’s not like one day – WHAM! – you’re a star,” he said, “A lot of people along the way have worked very hard so that I can stand onstage and rock those fans so people can turn on the radio and hear the songs that I sing so when you buy one of my albums, you know those songs are gonna be the best that’re available and are played as well as they could possibly be played.”

Among those in attendance were George Jones, Alabama’s Randy Owens, Mac MacAnally, Rodney Crowell and Mac Davis.There were others as well from radio, retail, the media, songwriters, promoters, players, tech people, bus drivers and family members and Kenny wanted to thank them all for his success.

Kenny went on to say,”So many people have been so generous to me, and to my fans and rather than having another party about something I’ve accomplished, I wanted to do something for all the people who have contributed to making those accomplishments possible.

For Kenny’s last concert of The Road And The Radio Tour he did something a bit unique. Here is what they did as Kenny explains.

“Anyone who was at our final show knows about Mostly Crew, the band that came on before us – that was made up of all these talented guys on my road team. I have some really great players in my organization and I wanted to give them a chance to feel what me and the guys get to experience every night we’re out there, and the Crew tore it up. To me, any time I can let someone else experience these things that make a career or an achievement special, when I can share that, well, it just makes the experience that much better. Without everyone at this party, I’d not be here and I know that, so to be able to turn around and give it back to them, well, that’s maybe the best part of this kind of success.”

2.
Well it should come as no surprise that Kenny’s live CD entitled “Kenny Chesney – Live Those Songs Again” debuted into the Top 10 this week. Just a side note on this CD. An on-line friend of mine, Pam, told me the following:

By the way, did you get a DVD with your LIVE CD? I purchased mine from Target Store and it
is a “behind the scenes” showing him in the Sound studio, his crew, and just hanging out with his band. Great to watch.

Thanks Pam for that info. I bet my readers thank you also.

3.
“You Save Me” has made it up to No. 10 on Billboard’s Hot Country Songs Chart but has only moved up from No. 12 in the past 2 weeks. Could it may have reached its peak? We’ll see!

4.
Who had 100% capacity for this summers concert touring season? Here are the stats.

First – Madonna at 100%

Second – Kenny Chesney at 98.9%

Third – Nickleback at 98%

5.
Kenny Chesney’s “LIVE: Live Those Songs Again” has entered the Billboard 200 chart at No. 4 and sat atop the Top Country Albums chart with 137,000 in sales for its first week of release. The Road and the Radio debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard 200 in 2005 with 469,000 in sales.

Here is what Kenny recently had to say about his new release.

“I know a lot of people don’t put out live CDs, but for me and the guys, when we listen back to the shows, we’re always blown away by the way the audience inspires us and lifts us up.” Kenny adds that even though the songs from the album are well-known, he did not want to make a “Greatest Hits Two” CD. “That’s why we put ‘Beer in Mexico’ and ‘Keg in the Closet’ on here,” Kenny tells X radio, “because those songs are great for us live, not necessarily the biggest hits we had on the radio.”

6.
Apparently, since Kenny was a small boy he’s been doing this. And every day when he was married to Rene Zellweger he did this. And he still does this every day while touring on the road. Give up?

He says, “I’ve done my own laundry ever since I was a little kid. I mean my mom worked and she was a single, working mother and so, if I was gonna have clean underwear, I had to do it. “Now I’m so particular that I won’t let anybody else touch it. “On the road, (I do it) every day. You’ve got hours to waste… Usually at the venue, arena or wherever we’re playing they have a facility. “I’m one of those people who are addicted to laundry. I’m always doing it… My clothes smell really good.”

7.
“Do you Google”? If so, here is a tip for you.
For those using IE as your browser of choice, you may wish to install the Google Toolbar. Why? Well how often have you found yourself on a webpage and you wanted to find out more information about someone, or something right now without leaving that page?

Well with the Google Toolbar installed on your IE Browser, you can! Download and install this add on like any other piece of software except read what it calls the “advanced features” part carefully. You do give up some surfing secrets to Google when you enable this, but no real security info like passwords, bank info, your name, address, telephone number or anything like that. Just surf habits so Google can offer you additional info about the page you’re viewing.

Get the Google toolbar here:
http://toolbar.google.com

8.
Well I have 10 great computer tips available for you at the following url. Simple surf there to download this .pdf file and follow these 10 computer tips to help speed up your system. As always, ensure you backup any important files, although these tips will not affect your actual data.

You can download this report here:
[http://www.learn-kenny-chesney-guitar.com/kirbys10computertips.html]

10.
A Computer Tip Before We Go – This tip was not included in the 10 Computer Tips Report above, but it’s one you can use to squeeze some additional performance from your system.

Right click on the “My Compyter” icon on your desktop and click Properties. Then click on the Advanced Tab and under the Performance section of the panel, click the Settings button. Click the Visual Effects Tab and then click the custom radio button. Now uncheck everything in the panel except the last 3 checkboxes.

Windows XP comes loaded with extra processor sucking processes that, for the most part, you can live without. If you don’t like the result, you can always change things back.

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And as always, if you have any suggestions, I’m listening. Reach me through the Contact Me link.

Cloud Laser Art

A new art form in the future will be CLA. Cloud Laser Art. People can go to a place where there are laser units, sit out side in a small shielded area and draw on the clouds. It would be fun and a great form of self expression, which would make humans very happy. We know that mankind likes to use the natural environment for self expression from cave drawings to rock piles near road ways and graffiti on rock formations. The idea of drawing on clouds is much better, because the cloud eventually dissolves and like an etch-a-sketch is ready to start over. This will be similar to what happens after Ice Carvings, Ice Sculpting is alive and well in North America.
We have all heard of Sand Castle building and contests, which go on around the world.

Often you will watch kids throw rocks into a glass clear pond or lake. They will throw one rock in and then another and say; “Okay, those are the eyes.” Often people star up into the clouds and try to imagine a face, shape or resemblance to something in the 3D physical world. We have often seen pictures where the clouds appear in the shape of Jesus or a face and everyone calls it a miracle. Many people gaze up at the clouds and attempt to allow their minds to find a familiar shape or form. One might call this a frame burst from the brains memory and the mind fills in the rest and a seemingly regular cloud takes on the imagination and a new meaning. An interesting sub topic could be this article on visual stimulation and the brain:

[http://worldthinktank.net/wttbbs/index.php?showtopic=276]

[http://worldthinktank.net/wttbbs/index.php?showforum=28]

People are fascinated by these coincidences. Rock formations often look like people from certain angles. The fallen “Old Man on The Mountain” was one such anomaly. Today we look to Mars and see faces in sediment and erosion features.

http://www.ascrocco.it/home/img/sf_desk/ar…o_marseface.jpg

You will have to admit this looks pretty real, so either we are not the only species which re-designs our natural surrounding or our mind automatically is filling in the blank, either way since kids, teens and adults do this and we find this interesting, it is an innate tendency and therefore a relevant idea to promote weather control research and manipulation, what better way to find research dollars than through entertainment?
This is something man has done for thousands of years. Some obvious examples are the Sphinx in the Valley of the Kings, cave paintings. We have heard of some famous stone artists, who claim they can see the inner sculpture within a stone before they start, as were comments by Michael Angelo. Freeing the statue inside. Today we have the famous rock carvings of Crazy Horse, which is nearly completed.

Why not put it on a cloud also? It is possible you know? Weather control, cloud art, etc. Mother Nature often does it for us, but if we focus our energies on controlling heat and light within a cubic artificial grid of air, then we will be able to control the clouds completely.

Art is certainly interesting and our obsession with nature and art is interesting in that it seems to be an innate need of mankind to be able to control his environment and to provide some order to the complexity born out of simplicity, which we see everywhere, a concept that Steven Wolfram would most certainly agree. Los Alamos is doing just that and soon will be able to do it on a larger scale with super computers. This will entail lots of number crunching, but well worth the energy and time and money to develop. We maybe able to control not only the weather but stop Hurricanes too.

As we learn to control the weather for purposes of drought mitigation, famine and disease control, feeding peoples of the world through abundant agriculture yields, flushing and controlling environmental pollutants or even giving us an edge on war planning, defensive barriers or safety during assaults, this technology to a lesser degree will be used as art.

Many things that come to be in the way of innovation are funded through entertainment, war or the mother of invention (necessity). Certainly as we look at the innovations in TV (high definition), Digital Displays (plasma screens), Transportation (race cars), General Hobby Aviation (composites, ultra-lights, exploits of Dick Rutan), Virtual Reality (theme parks, animation, portable mini-simulators).

we see that entertainment can provide the money flows to increase the speed at which these things come to market and the speed at which they are adopted by the users and thus entertainment has always been a quick way or short cut to the future inventions of mankind. The list is so long in fact in the area of art and entertainment and the innovations brought forth that it might be considered the largest single factor towards the contributions to the forward progress of mankind. Necessity as previously mentioned and War and Defense being close seconds. Art should never be discounted as it is generally coupled with entertainment and imagination and let’s not forget the words of Albert Einstein on imagination.

“Imagination is more important than knowledge…”

Is it possible that art can be the lead in to weather control? For instance drawing designs in the clouds instead of painting “I Love you Charlene” on a Hwy over pass cutting through rural Alabama, Mississippi or Georgia in John Dear Green, would be something of value as a way of self expression. A portable laser cloud drawing device could also be mounted in a semi truck if not a fixed location site for tourists or expressionists with a few extra bucks. A semi truck mounted unit could be hired to write a computerized message on the clouds for events, parties, etc. At a fixed site people would come for miles just to sit and watch what someone would write today. You can learn a lot from cloud watching.

You can learn about life, weather, flows of nature and you can unleash your imagination. Manipulating the clouds and localized weather can be done with modern and current technologies. This concept is simple really in terms of physics. The truck moves to the center of where the cloud will be and send up ELF waves and creates a small Terminal Gradient Cloud, then drives about 2 miles away and has a design already made on the computer and approved by the buyers of the message: “Congratulations Graduating Class of West Point” or “God Bless America and our Troops” when as they de-plane or get off a ship. Great for weddings, bar mitzvah, country fair or you be the judge. In areas of big events people could pay to write their own message on the computer and the laser cuts the cloud and shades in the design or words and letters.

This is simple and not much different than the cutting of vinyl lettering by computers used by modern day sign makers. Very simple, using a 3-D program which knows the power intensity levels, based on the distance which is measured by laser which senses the moisture content in the clouds based on the distance from the device. On one side of the semi truck is a chemical laser and the other side another, when combined at exactly the right distance at very low power settings they interact in various amounts, which have been designed into the computer program coinciding with the amounts of energy and chemical needed to dissolve the cloud. Since the Lasers are chemical based even though quite low, color could also be added and chemicals normally found in atmospheric make-up, thus no harm no foul with environmentalists. This form of art is not too dissimilar to the smoke signal communication of the Native American Indians, the only difference it is done with modern technology and therefore the versatility is so much greater.

Once the design is entered into the computer on a CadCam type program or graphic art program it is sent to the laser system and it starts pulsating the lasers under extreme accuracy using sophisticated algorithms and data sets. After the system is built and configured it is ready to go and during transportation the laser heads and chemicals are stored at proper temperatures in stable tanks. And remember art is not the only use for this, for instance see some ideas below. Now you must note at the WTT we like to have a little fun and the night we discussed this at a local coffee shop in Springfield, MO we definitely were in a comedy mood with a touch of sarcasm. However these ideas will make you think and isn’t that the point of this exercise? Sure you will get a chuckle out of it also we did. The World Think Tank is a lot of fun.

A. ) For advertising things could be written in the clouds too. “Drink Coke,” “Fly Delta, but Hurry! We need the money,” “Vote for Dog Catcher, NJ Former Governor,” “CT former governor runs for Hartford County Auditor,” “Gray Davis for Public Treatment Facility Director.” We all know aerial advertising is big business, look at the Blimps, Skywriters, etc.

B.) ….For safety, things could be written in the clouds during rush hour. “Mixing Bowl” four hour wait, use different route, “HWY 1” three hour wait go back to work, you are better off there? “Free Parking on 405 to La Cienega use alternate.” Bridge out ahead. New York Toll Way Fees raised today to $24.86 please have exact change ready to prevent delays, no refunds?” Just write it in the clouds, since you will be looking up praying to your god for break in traffic for this cluster muck you have to drive in everyday? Perfect solution, with an artistic flair? But in all seriousness you can see the benefits, “Dense Fog Ahead, slow down, multi-car pile-up, freeway closed all traffic exit at mile 122.” In Montana during deer migration, “Watch out for Deer, Do Not Eat Road Kill” Public Service announcements are often put on Blimps:

C.) For big events; “Use Shuttle at Parkway for NASCAR event, Parking $5.00.” “Olympic Check Point, have ID ready.” “Democratic National Convention Ahead, Lots of parking available.” “Cody WY Nightly Rodeo, 7 PM.” But these of course are merely words on clouds, for the RNC they might want a Giant American Flag? The DNC might want a big tree with a couple of guys hugging it? You see big events can stay in the spirit of things and get out the true message. NASCAR might want a holographic design of Dale Earnhardt at the Daytona Speedway before the event. Blue Angels might wish to have a message about “Fly Navy” with a picture of an F-18 or JSF on the cloud for the crowd?

D.) For the People; Perhaps a Smog alert warning to warn people in Los Angeles due to a temperature inversion that day. In NY during Labor Day, perhaps a “High Terror Alert” in red? During the election, “Do Not Forget to Vote Today” in Florida with a reminder of how to press the right button in the computerized voting machines? On the beaches in San Diego, Fort Lauderdale, the Keys, Santa Monica, “Solar Flair Today, Use Sun Screen.” After Hurricane Charley, “USAA and State Farm go to MLK Jr. High School GYM,” “Relief assistance: FEMA and Salvation Army at Civic Center Auditorium.” “New Mobile Homes For Sale; Tornado Magnet IV Custom Deluxe on sale, financing available, OAC.” “Asteroid to Hit Earth Tomorrow, Run.”

E.) For National Security; Border Patrol, “You are being tracked by automated aircraft, turn back or you could be shot or killed” In Spanish of course. For USMC, “Dear Iranian Insurgents, give up or you will be killed in 12 seconds.” For US Navy, “This is a blockade, turn around now or you will be sunk.” For US Army Recruiting; “Keep America Green, Join the Army.” DHS; “Today’s Threat Level is Green.” Psych Wars: “This is Allah, you have been bad, go home and do not return.”

Cloud Laser art could do all these things much cheaper and safer from the ground and also such a new idea would gather much interest and the word of mouth of any message or image would travel quickly. CLA or Cloud Laser Art is possible and fairly easy to do, we currently have the technologies to do this, and it makes sense. This is the ultimate in self-expression and can be used for entertainment, safety, homeland security, big events and even advertising if used in good taste.

Cloud Sculpting is the next logical progression of this idea, where you could make a cloud in the shape of a dog, cat or a dolphin. Perhaps you might want to make a UFO out of the clouds to see how many people call in during the annual UFO conference in Las Vegas? Think of the PR for the city, such a publicity stunt would certainly draw a crowd.

Although they might rather have you inside the casinos spending your money than out on the street corner looking up in the sky just in time to get hit by a middle-eastern taxi cab, shuttle bus or limo driver? In this age of International Terrorism perhaps we ought to all pay attention to what’s happening in front of us and leave the cloud watching for recreational times

A Unique Prom Excursion to Orange Beach – Alabama

Who says having a Prom Excursion to Orange Beach with a limousine is no fun? By chartering our Orange Beach Prom Excursion Limousine, you are in for some fun at the beach and a night of partying. What’s more, you do not even have to worry about driving, or any of your prom party friends being later for the prom, as it will all be taken care of by our Orange Beach Prom Excursion Limousine driver. All you will need to do is to meet at one place for our Orange Beach Prom Excursion Limousine driver to pick all of you up and then head on to the locations you have enlisted for your prom night. Imagine, throughout your whole journey, you do not have to think about being caught in a traffic jam, hunting high and low for just the right parking space, or biting your nails off worrying about a parking ticket if you have parked illegally. All you and your prom party friends are in for is just a whole lot of fun time!

With the Orange Beach Prom Excursion Limousine, all you and your prom party friends need to do is just let the Orange Beach Prom Excursion Limousine driver know where you and your prom party friends would like to go and voila! You and your prom party friends will be taken to your desired destination in no time!

If you and your prom party friends are into Italian food, get your Orange Beach Prom Excursion Limousine driver to bring you and your prom party friends over to Franco’s Italian Restaurant. They have been commended for their wonderful service and great food, and you and your prom party friends will definitely not regret having dropped by this restaurant.

Though the town may be a little quiet after dark, you and your prom party friends can still expect to have some fun. One of such place to go will be The Live Bait Night Club. Hop in to your Orange Beach Prom Excursion Limousine and announce to the driver to have you and your prom party friends driven to The Live Bait Night Club. The Live Bait Night Club has live music and a dance floor so you and your prom party friends can have a night of dancing (and perhaps some hip shaking?) on the dance floor.

However, if you and your prom party friends do not want to spend the night dancing away and prefer to be entertained while having a few mugs of beer, you can always get your Orange Beach Prom Excursion Limousine driver to take you to Tacky Jack’s, which is located just off Cotton Bayou Road. At Tacky Jack’s, you will have some live entertainment and they also have a large deck overlooking the sea.

Should you and your prom party friends decide to have a quiet evening after dinner, you may want to consider spending the rest of the evening at the local movie theater. There are, of course, several of such around Orange Beach. One of them is at The Wharf, a shopping center with the 15-screen Rave Motion Pictures, located at 23151 Wharf Lane, that features the latest blockbusters. If this theater does not offer what you and your prom party friends are looking for, you could always get your Orange Beach Prom Excursion Limousine driver to bring you over to Gulf Shores, which has Cobb Theatres, located at 3780 Gulf Shores Parkway.

Just before you call it a night, you may want to take a long walk along the Orange Beach. While your Orange Beach Prom Excursion Limousine driver waits for you and your prom party friends, you can take all the time you want to walk along the Orange Beach before you head on home with wonderful memories of your unique Orange Beach Prom Excursion