7000 Romaine, the last coordinate

[Michael Bailey]

egads, that is the kind of devout attention that I only wish I could pay.
Thanks, Joseph!

On Sun, Nov 29, 2009 at 5:48 AM, Joseph Tracy <brook7 at sover.net> wrote:
> 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?
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