7000 Romaine, the last coordinate

[Joseph Tracy]

I wanted to revisit this question of 7000 Romaine street once more  
with a couple more tidbits of information
First off I was nagged by the number of coordinates given and the  
importance Bigfoot places on this location, leaving with  the parting  
line, "experience the night".  It seems that P is pointing to a  
specific place but leaving out a key coordinate: where did they turn  
toward Melrose? The effort put into those coordinates which is     
rather pointless if it isn't very pointed,  combines powerfully with  
several facts from both the text and outside the text: a) the  
accusation by a former high level employee of HH that HH was involved  
in the RFK killing. b) the prominence in the text of Noguchi who was  
connected to Manson and Kennedy killing. c) the location Robin gives  
of 7000 Romaine street being the HQ of Hughes enterprises explored in  
interesting ways related to the text by Joan Didion in her collection  
of essays about the 60's, Slouching toward Bethlehem. d) the fact  
that in the story it is Puck's dwelling and is a courtyard apt( 7000  
Romaine has a courtyard visible from the street) and that Puck is a  
hired Killer coming from Las Vegas Where Hughes was living at this  
time. Read Robin's post below for more good support for the connection.

The final coordinate: Doc and BF start at Sweetzer and Santa Monica  
and head toward Fairfax( east) where Doc's car is. After awhile they  
pass musicians exiting the Tropicana. lotta famous musicians stayed  
at the tropicana Motel on Santa Monica(Doors, Ramones etc) BUT the  
Tropicana motel is the other way ( west)from Sweeetzer. HOWEVER,  
there is another, older, more famous Tropicana (The Tropicana Bar) in  
the neighborhood located in the Roosevelt Hotel(possibly the most  
famous luxury hotel in Hollywood)  The address of that Hotel is 7000  
Hollywood Blvd. It is due north of 7000 Romaine.

With this final coordinate I find Robin's argument to be very very  
convincing.

One more thing. All of these Tropicanas and more are the bastard  
children of the the world Famous Tropicana Club in  Havana, Cuba.   
Which, before the reverse cashflow situation of The Communist  
Revolution, was owned By Santo Trafficante and managed by Meyer  
Lansky. Trafficante was connected to CIA plots against Cuba and was  
alleged to be involved in the killing of JFK.

On Nov 22, 2009, at 9:58 PM, Robin Landseadel wrote:
>
> Well, glad to see somebody else disliking my ideas as much as  
> Terrance, I like the idea that I'm starting a movement.
>
> Let's talk about he time frame of Doc 'n Bigfoot's soirée—anybody  
> got a watch on? Doc runs into Bigfoot at waste-a-perp just as the  
> sun goes down. That's on South LeBrea. And the corner of Santa  
> Monica and Sweetzer happens to be West Hollywood City Hall. When  
> Bigfoot leaves that corner with Doc they've already spent  
> considerable time talking at a place called "The Raincheck Room"  
> about all sorts of interesting things like:
>
> 	"Can I say something out loud? Is anybody listening?"
> 	"Everybody. Nobody. Does it matter?"
>
> 	"Say Adrian Prussia iced this Detective X, or had it done. And
> 	what happens? nothing. Maybe everybody in LAPD knows he
> 	did the deed, but there's no back-channel outcries in the paper,
> 	no vigilante revenge by horrified fellow officers .... No, instead
> 	IA locks it all up tight for the next thirty years, everybody
> 	pretending it's another cop hero fallen in the line of duty. Forget
> 	about decency, or respecting the memories of all the real dead-
> 	cop heroes-how can you people be that fuckin unprofessional?"
>
> 	"It gets even worse," Bigfoot said in a slowly stifled way, as if
> 	trying in vain to call to Doc out of years of history forbidden to
> 	civilians. "Prussia has been prime suspect in ... let's say a
> 	number of homicides-and each time, upon intervention from the
> 	highest levels, he's walked."
>
> 	''And you're saying what? 'Ain't it awful'?"
>
> 	''I'm saying there's a reason for everything, Doc, and before you
> 	get too indignant you might want to look at why Internal Affairs
> 	should even be duked into this in the first place, let alone be the
> 	office that's sitting on the story."
>
> 	"I give up. Why?"
>
> 	"Figure it out. Use what's left of your brain. The trouble with you
> 	people is you never know when somebody's doing you a favor.
> 	You think whatever it is, you're entitled because you're cute or
> 	something." He got up, dropped a handful of shrapnel on the
> 	table, tossed a disgruntled salute to the barkeep, and prepared
> 	to step out into the street. "Go look in a mirror sometime. 'Dig'
> 	yourself, 'man,' till you understand that nobody owes you
> 	anything. Then get back to me." Doc had seen Bigfoot out of
> 	sorts now and then, but this was getting downright emotional.
>
> That sounds like some kind of heavily mobbish operation wired to  
> the top of the food chain, the LAPD and U.S. government included.
>
> Now ask yourself, with the number of incidents occurring during  
> this little stroll . . .
>
> 	They stood on the corner of Santa Monica and Sweetzer.
> 	"Where were you parked?" said Bigfoot.
>
> 	"Off of Fairfax."
>
> 	"My direction as well. Walk with me, Sportello, I'll show you 	
> 	something." They begin to stroll along Santa Monica. Hippies
> 	were thumbing rides up and down the street. Rock 'n' roll was
> 	blasting from car radios. Musicians who'd just come awake
> 	were drifting out of the Tropican a looking for evening breakfast.
> 	Reefer smoke hung in pockets up and down the street, waiting
> 	to ambush the unwary pedestrian. Men were murmuring to
> 	each other in doorways. After a few blocks, Bigfoot turned right
> 	and ambled down toward Melrose. "This looking familiar yet?"
>
> http://www.leninimports.com/romaine_street_photo_hh_5_web.jpg
>
> That much hubbub could easily fill 30 minutes.
>
> 	Doc had an intuition. "It's Puck's old neighborhood."
>
> Puck & Adrian Prussia work for Hughes, above and beyond any other  
> allegiances.
>
> 	He started looking for the overgrown courtyard complex Trillium
> 	had told him about. His nose began to run and his clavicles to
> 	shiver, and he wondered if somehow one or all of the happy
> 	threesome were about to appear, to what Sortilege liked to call
> 	manifest, and from the corner of his eye he noticed Bigfoot
> 	watching him closely. Yes and who says there can't be time
> 	travel, or that places with real-world addresses can't be
> 	haunted, not only by the dead but by the living as well?
>
> And 7000 Romaine was haunted by the living. Howard Hughes left that  
> building around 1966 at the very latest.
>
> 	It helps to smoke a lot of weed and to do acid off and on, but
> 	sometimes even a literal-minded natchmeister like Bigfoot
> 	could manage it.
>
> 	They approached a courtyard apartment building nearly
> 	dissolved in the evening. "Go have a look around, Sportello. Sit
> 	out by that pool there under the New Zealand tree ferns.
> 	Experience the night."
>
> Shifting from sunset to night takes something like 6:00 to 8:00 pm  
> if it's April in L.A..
>
> 	He made a show of looking at his watch. "Regretfully, I have to
> 	be moving along. The missus will be expecting me."
>
> 	"One special lady for sure. Pass on my regards."
>
>
>
> On Nov 22, 2009, at 12:44 PM, Joseph Tracy wrote:
>
>> So the question prevents itself to this reader- who was killed  
>> that might have prevented Dick Nixon from getting elected?
>
> I'd do a little switcheroo and ask: who would kill to make sure  
> Richard Nixon—who's already on same dude's hook from previous bribes 
> —would become president?