NO COUNTRY FOR OLD FARANGS

In 2008 the Coen Brother's NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN won the Best Film Oscar this year. Three minutes of the creepy lead actor's haircut was enough for me. I chucked the DVD into the swamp behind my house and haven't heard from it since, but at the Pattaya court I ran into an aging farang living the title of that movie.

The court clerk patiently explained his trial date in Thai. The Brit didn't understand a word and I translated for him, only to be engaged as a confessor.

John was English. He had been involved with a hot-tempered Thai woman for the past 16 years. 9 months ago he decided to end the relationship, but Thai girls were harder to get out of your life than gum in your hair.

Two weeks ago he was summoned up-country by a phone call. His ex- was in the hospital. As soon as he appeared, two Pattaya cops arrested him for assault. 100,000 baht bail and they seized possession of his passport. His wife had accused him of beating her. He protested that he wasn't that type of man and all the police had to do was check the hospitals for evidence of a beating.

"Where's your lawyer?"

"What do I need a lawyer for?"

"This is a criminal charge." I sometimes wondered if farangs deposit their common sense at the airport. "You don't understand Thai and you want to go to court without a lawyer."

"My last lawyer charged me 4000 baht to get out of jail."

"Cheap."

"Yeah, but she didn't do anything."

This was going nowhere and I explained that he should be represented. I gave him the telephone number of my lawyer. He didn't even bother to write it down and I wished him luck.

John was 54. He had worked all his life. His Thai wife has everything now and he was on the verge of going to jail. In this case Thailand was definitely not a country for old men, although John didn't consider himself old.

He will after a couple of month's in the monkey house.

Child Lottery Ghosts

In 2010 the Somali government was hard-pressed by warlords. Troops chewed qat. Their afternoons were spent in a euphoric stupor. Few wanted to man roadblocks, so children were drafted into the army. AK-47s replaced their battered toys. They were happy with A few dollars a week for food. Lucky in a country where there was no work.

Everyone loved the lucky. The lottery players on our soi in Jomtien had my son Fenway pick their tickets. They won three times. Not big money. Not little each. Fenway was considered lucky and lucky in Thailand was good. Good other countries too.

“Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.” - Seneca.

I feel lucky for my life. I have a good family, a beautiful wife, Mam, a job (and that's not a small thing these days) and my health, but some people wanted more and hard work was not the answer for their desire. They knew hard work didn't pay away problems. They needed a break and that year Thai police arrested a former nurse selling post-abortion foetuses as "child ghosts" or 'luk krok'. The officers found 14 pickled foetuses in her inventory. She told investigators that the 'child ghosts' were good at picking lotteries.

Most Thais would preferred to have a luk krok amulet than the real thing.

Of course the power of the luk krok was stronger in Ban-nok.

Most farangs don't buy into these beliefs. They were too smart to believe. But not all farangs were so smart as to be that stupid.

“I can believe anything provided it is incredible.” - Oscar Wilde

89th Academy Awards

Everyone in the Arts dreams about the Oscars.

Actors, directors, producers, actresses, writers, musicians, make-up artists, cinematographers, costumers et al.

I know I'm leaving out someone, but who doesn't in an Academy Awards acceptance speech.

Even I once held such dreams, but tonight I'll be watching the Boston Celtics versus Detroit. I have no dreams any more. Not of standing at that gloried dais in Los Angeles.

I only went to the cinema once last year, but that doesn't exclude my predicting the winners from having only seen the trailers and posters, so and the winners are.

Best Visual Effects

Deepwater Horizon – Craig Hammack, Jason Snell, Jason Billington, and Burt Dalton

I like Mark Wahlberg. He comes from Boston.

Best Film Editing

I support all Science Fiction movies

Best Costume Design

Jackie – Madeline Fontaine

Even though Nathalie Portman doesn't look a thing like Jackie.

Best Makeup and Hairstyling

A Man Called Ove – Eva von Bahr and Love Larson

I like their names.

Best Cinematography

Arrival – Bradford Young

Space movies rule and fuck LA LA LAND

Best Production Design

Arrival – Patrice Vermette and Paul Hotte

I'm all in.

Best Sound Mixing

Arrival – Sylvain Bellemare

I love French people.

Best Documentary – Short Subject

The White Helmets – Orlando von Einsiedel and Joanna Natasegara

Stop the Endless War.

Best Documentary – Feature

I Am Not Your Negro – Raoul Peck, Rémi Grellety, and Hébert Peck

We worship the righteous dead.

Best Foreign Language Film

Tanna (Australia) in Nauvhal – Martin Butler and Bentley Dean I have been to Melansia.

Best Animated Feature Film

The Red Turtle – Michaël Dudok de Wit and Toshio Suzuki

Anyone but Disney.

Best Adapted Screenplay

Hidden Figures – Allison Schroeder and Theodore Melfi from Hidden Figures by Margot Lee Shetterly

I was a Math Major at University.

Best Original Screenplay

20th Century Women – Mike Mills

This quirky film with weird dancing scene at punk clubs was the only Oscar nominee I saw in 2016

Best Supporting Actress

Naomie Harris – Moonlight as Paula

She has kind eyes.

Best Supporting Actor

Jeff Bridges – Hell or High Water as Marcus Hamilton

I would love to see this veteran win one.

Best Actress

Isabelle Huppert – Elle as Michèle Leblanc

Viva La France.

Best Actor

Casey Affleck – Manchester by the Sea as Lee Chandler

A shout out for Falmouth, Mass.

Best Director

Denis Villeneuve – Arrival

De La Belle Province - Quebec.

And finally the moment we have bee waiting for.

Best Picture of 2016

Moonlight – Adele Romanski, Dede Gardner, and Jeremy Kleiner

Because it's always good to recognize the best.

The Unpower Of The Press

Through his campaign Donald Trump complained about the lack of impartiality from the Mainstream Media. In truth CNN and MSNBC loved the billionaire's antic for providing their viewers with cheap entertainment and their interviewers pitched softballs to the GOP candidate, never calling him out on his lies.

Not that Trump's supporters waver in their faith in the crusade to make America great again.

They are cursed by the miracle of deception.

Truth is not truth. Lies are truth. Trump excelled parroting the blurbs of their paranoid fears, but recent allegations of Russian interference in the 2016 election had Trump crowing about the constant barrage of falsehoods from reporters at the White House briefings, so Trump banned his detractors from a press gaggle with Scott Spicer in the White House.

New York Times banned.

CNN banned.

Politico banned.

The Guardian, BuzzFeed, the BBC, the Daily Mail banned.

As enemies of the state.

Maybe now they will report the news.

Show us Donald Trump's birth certificate.

Red Army Love

Only a Russian could have written WAR AND PEACE

Do Svidaniya AK47

The AK-47 or Kalash was the assault rifle of choice for insurgents, rebels, revolutionaries, and armed forces since its introduction by the Soviet Army in 1946. The weapon maximized close combat firepower with easy operational needs. Its silhouette graced the flag of the Red Army Faction and was considered the first choice of terrorists, because of its accessibility.

"Remember one man's terrorists is another man's freedom fighter, so we all sort of think, oh boy, we've got a little bit of Che Guevara in us. And this accounts for the popularity of the (AK 47) weapon. Plus I think that in the United States it's considered counterculture, which is always something that citizens in this country kind of like ... It's kind of sticking a finger in the eye of the man, if you will." Larry Kahaner, author of AK-47: The Weapon That Changed the Face of War

Not any more.

In 2011 the Russian army announced the cessation of orders for the AK47, while awaiting a better weapon.

An end of an era.

Only for the Russkis, because there are enough AK-47s around to last till 2030, which is a good thing, because we'll need them for the apocalypse.

находиться or Limbo in Moscow Aeroport - Another Version

Edward Snowden fled the USA with the NSA on his tail. The system analyst had informed the Guardian newspaper that the clandestine agency was illegally spying on millions upon million of American citizens. This breach of constitutional rights by the government was greeted with yawns and 'so whats' by the dazed public, however the Obama administration sought to extradite the former CIA employee from China, forcing Mr. Snowdon to leave Hong Kong for Moscow from where he hope to catch a flight to Ecuador.

The White House threatened the South American democracy with onerous sanctions, if the fugitive was permitted to fly to Quito.

Ecuador's national currency was the US dollar. Trade between the two nations amounted to billions.

Snowden's passport was revoked by the State Department and the man without a country has been stuck in Moscow without any indication from the Russian authorities as to a departure date or destination.

His father has asked his son to return.

Don't do it, dude.

As Don Corleone told his son in THE GODFATHER, "When they come for you, it will be someone close."

Or something like that.

Of course there is nothing wrong with living in an airport.

Tom Hanks' character in THE TERMINAL seemed to have thrived at JFK, but I got stuck at the old Moscow in 1994 during an Aeroflot from Kuala Lumpur to Karachi to Dubai to Moscow. My final stop was Paris.

The 350-seater Ilyushin Il-86 were far from comfortable. The seats were back-breakers, the air-conditioning produced a thick fog, the food service was cut to starvation rations, and the flight crew disappeared after each take-off.

On the Dubai stop a young Norwegian couple and I bought wine and food for the next leg.

The stewardesses ignored us and every other passenger from Dubai to Moscow. We were on our own.

Ten hours later we landed in Moscow. My connecting flight to Charles De Gaulle had been cancelled and the next plane wasn't taking off until the next morning.

The two Norwegians were in a similar predicament.

It was only 10PM, but no restaurants were open and there was no place to sleep, however the Norwegians and I each had two bottles of wine. We drank them within two hours, then wandered the terminal in search for more alcohol.

Stateless transients were huddled in makeshift cardboard villages and one Afghani sold us a bottle of homemade vodka. The liter took a long time to drink. Several Russians joined us. They had their own brew. It burnt a hole in my stomach. More nationalities joined our party. Burmese, Tibetans, Acehese, Baluchis, Kurds, Druse, Berbers, Rwandans, Angolans, and Bushmen gathered into a stateless congress. They all wanted to leave. They had no place to go and after ten hours I started to think that I would remain there forever, however at Aeroflot announced the imminent departure of the Moscow-Paris flight.

The League of no Nations bid farewell in Babel tongues.

The Norwegians carried me to the plane.

I was in no condition to be near heavy equipment and bounced down the aisle. Every passenger prayed that I wouldn’t sit next to them. I found an empty row and passed out within seconds of clicking shut my seatbelt.

Several hours later at Charles De Gaulle I woke up still drunk, but happy to have escape from Moscow Airport.

We were starting to have a relationship.

Man and airport.

I'm sure that Mr. Snowdon was feeling the same way.

Hung over in limbo.

Big Bear

The USA and the USSR waged a Cold War across the world. America and her proxy nations fought wars in Korea and Viet-Nam. Countless conflicts burned on every continent and in the air as well as on the sea. Soviet Premier Nikita Khrushchev stated at a reception at the Polish embassy in Moscow on November 18, 1956, "My vas pokhoronim!" or 'we shall bury you'.

This boast haunted the West and state security apparatus on this side of the Iron Curtain repressed any dissent with savagery.

Death to the SLA.

Death to the Baader-Meinhof Gang

Death to Che.

The USSR gambled on conquering Afghanistan.

1979-1988.

This failure weakened the Big Bear and Mikhail Gorbachev refused to support his East European allies.

Poland defected from the Soviet Bloc and the USSR fell apart with the Fall of the Berlin Wall. Western leaders toasted their victory, however Kruschchev's antecedents remember the power of mighty Rodina and Premier Putin rules the Kremlin with the seemingly full support of the Russian people. The Beasr has re-awakened and shovels are sought to fulfill Nikita's prophecy with help from the traitor Donald Trump.

After all who does like FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE

Melania Trump So Pretty

These days Donald Trump looks like a happy man. His election victory was a triumph of the Electoral College over the popular vote. His 45.9% total versus Hillary's 48.0% of 57% percent of the possible voting public. Over 24% of the 43% of the unvoting public are excluded from the ballot polls by suppressive measures designed to guarantee the GOP victory in many frontline states.

Not saying that Trump or the GOP cheated in 2016, but he'll never be my president, however recent rumors have arisen accusing his wife of being a transexual.

Her hands are bigger than those of the First Executive.

And what about that Adam's Apple?

Then again I don't have any problems with trans-gender people and seemingly neither does the 45th President of the USA.

That is if she was a ladyboy and that is only conjecture on the part of the lunatic fringe.

I think she is all woman and at least twice the man Small Hands will ever be.

To hear more please go to this URL

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSACtD0waqw

I wish the First Lady lots of luck.

Sincerely.

Back To His Roots

Donald Trump airlifted his hit show to Tampa, Florida, where thousands of MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters greeted. They cheered his speech. They cheered to Melania recite the Lord's Prayer, despite rumors of her being a Muslim, and left the rally resolved to never surrender the truth of Trumpish.

The last gasp of White America demonstrating that it will not give up without a lot of shouting.

Happy in the knowledge that they will not be ruled by a black man for the next four years.

Only a reputedly Pakistani refugee with German bloodlines.

Great Great Great.

Trump Traitors

Rumors of Russian involvement in the Trump campaign have been simmering under the radar of the mainstream media. Editors squashed the stories of the GOP dealing with the Kremlin and once Trump was elected the president ordered a vow of silence on the matter, except last week the appointed NSC head's connection's to Russian operatives was outed by leaks supposedly from the intelligence community. My hunch detector says someone close to the Oval Office has been talking to the wrong people about the right things.

The question is who will be next.

Thai Love Potion Comeback

Most foreigners have little knowledge of Thai magic. Fewer have experienced its influence, however their ignorance doesn't diminish the power that incantations and spells hold over the Thais. Forget the 7/11s, the Benzes, the DVD players, the Thai's greatest fascination is with magic, because while money might be an turn-on for most women and beauty alluring for men, most men don't have money and most women are not beautiful. Faced with rejection, Thais resort to nam man prai or corpse oil to ensnare are enthralled their neglectful nah laks or darlings. The magic of nam man prai has never been proven, however lovesick losers swear by its power to seduce to unseductible better than a roofie, but it doesn't come cheap.

One woman shelled out 20,000 baht for the love potion, which normally cost 5000-10000 baht. Guess she asked to be super-sized.

The medicine, a small bottle of Spanish Fly never arrived at her address and she has sued the 'master of love' to return her funds. Maybe he was having a hard time obtaining the potion, since its source requires singeing the chin of a dead pregnant woman who died in an accident.

Should have been plenty of those in the aftermath of Songkran.

Nam man prai is very popular with teenagers who claim that the oil works within 7-10 days, satisfaction guaranteed. The Thai health minister is looking into allegations that magicians are actually selling nothing more than palm oil to the unsuspecting youths and these naifs should take care, for a phi prai is usually an evil spirit, for her death during childbirth creates a fearful ghost, especially if the child dies as well.

The dead spirits prey on young men for love and turn into beautiful women, luring the young men into a fatal embrace. Only a mah mod or witch can protect the young man stricken with the love of a phi prai and most of the time it's too late.

You can't fool with Mother Nature and it's even worse to mess around with the supernatural, so you love-lost folks stick to porn-surfing.

It's safer.

Joyous Valentine for UK Teenagers

I can't believe Hollywood came out with another FRIDAY THE 13TH.

I'm sure the teenage heroine doesn't call the police at the first sign of trouble or use a condom like this 13 year-old boy. Thankfully someone will heed the tenets of the Holy Roman Church and just scream.

The baby's name is Maise.

At least they didn't name her Damiene.

Circus Life in Thailand

Last evening driving down my soi my son Fenway spotted an elephant. The mahouts take out the beasts for a stroll in the cooler evening air and maybe earn another 100 baht from farangs feeding the changs bag of sugar cane. My son refused to go near the elephant, but knew this one by name.

"Pi-Bo, Pi-bo."

Elephants were a wonder to children and adults alike and whenever a married couple or single mother with kid visited me in Pattaya, I took them on a tour of the various tourist points of interest; the Khao Keo outdoor zoo, the Temple of Truth ( the biggest wooden structure in the world, and Nong Nooch Gardens, while steering well clear of my usual haunts i.e. the Buffalo Bar, the Welkom Inn, and Heaven Above a Go-Go.

None of these family fare attractions were far away from Pattaya and don’t give a clue to why a western man came here, which was to partake life in the Last Babylon ie Sin sin sin.

While my nephew Fast Eddie and I were at Nong Nooch we attended the elephant show.

Before the pachyderms entered the arena, I bought 50 baht of bananas from a vendor.

We sat in the front row under the shade. The music announced the first elephant, a giant tusker chained at his back feet. He took one look at the bananas and charged the stands. The minders had no chance of controlling him. I chucked the bananas at him and grabbed my godson’s hand before we were trampled beneath those flat feet.

The crowd both Thai and farang laughed at our timidity, but a elephant was like a 1200 pound gorilla. It gets to sit or shit wherever it wants.

When I mentioned this story at my local, my French friend Bruno said, “You are lucky. Two years ago an English woman tried to hide the bananas and was stomped by the elephant. She was killed and the elephant fled the scene to Isaan.”

“That’s nothing," an oldtimer said with a whiskey voice. “Back in the last century a circus dwarf was swallowed by a hippopotamus in a freak accident. He was a trapeze artist and dismounted onto the trampoline. The angle was bad and his disappeared into the mouth of a hippo. Hippos will eat anything and the beast swallowed the dwarf. Fucking audience applauded thinking it was part of the act. The handlers were unable to free the dwarf, but said the hippo was a vegetarian.”

No one laughed at the punchline, but Bruno muttered under his breath. “I heard that story before only the dwarf landed headfirst in the hippo’s asshole.’

“No.” This was starting to sound like an urban legend.

“Quais, and the dwarf survived, but quit because the circus owner wanted him to repeat the act every night.”

Which goes to show there’s no business like show business.

MSG Disgrace

The New York Knicks were one of the original teams in the NBA. Red Holzman coached Walt Frazier, Willis Reed, Earl Monroe, Dave DeBusschere, Dick Barnett,Phil Jackson and several other players to championships in 1970 and 1973. The Knicks fell apart in the ensuing years, but they were lucky enough to draft Pat Ewing in 1985 and Pat Riley coached a very good team to a series of pay-off runs throughout the 90s. # 34 Charles Oakley defended the paint for that team. The Knicks came close to victory, however they ran into the Indiana Pacers, San Antonio Spurs, Chicago Bills, Houston Rockets, and Miami Heat.

James Dolan purchased the franchise in 1999.

The Knicks descended into purgatory under his ownership and reached a new bottom this last week.

Charles Oakley came to the Garden.

Security followed him from the entrance to his seat.

The Knick legend spoke with fans until security approached him and said he had to leave the Garden.

One of them knocked Oakley off his feet. An altercation erupted between the security crew and the Oak Man, ending up with his being physically ejected from MSG and arrested by the NYPD.

MSG released a video and a statement saying Oakley needed help.

I'm a Celtics fan, but I think Oakley was completely within his rights to defend himself from the abuse of James Dolan and his thugs.

Check out this URL from the NY Post.

http://nypost.com/2017/02/10/msg-bans-charles-oakley-for-life/

Fuck James Dolan.

NBA Color Blind

This NBA season I have been watching the Boston Celtics on www.vipbox.me. The website remains with the game during commercial breaks. Last night my hometown team played the Utah Jazz and I noticed once more that the crowd was mostly white.

Like 99% white.

And very white.

While the players are predominantly black.

I haven't been to a game in years, because I can't afford a seat.

Neither can any working-class people.

And that is America today.

A slave country as always.

SWEET LITTLE SIXTEEN / Chuck Berry

Back in December 1959 Chuck Berry invited a Apache girl from Yuma, Arizona to work at his club in St. Louis. Police arrested the rocker on charges of violating the Mann Act i.e. transporting a minors over state lines. The girl was charged with prostitution and testified that she and Berry had had sex numerous times on the journey from Yuma to St. Louis.

“What was your purpose in bringing Janice from Texas to Missouri?” The Judge asked Berry during trial.

“She needed a job and I had a job for her in the club.”

Chuck Berry served three years in prison.

His song SWEET LITTLE SIXTEEN remains a classic warning to men.

Caveat puella.

To view SWEET LITTLE 16 go to the following URL

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLV4NGpoy_E

Marcus Garvey on History

“History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again." Marcus Garvey

Kiss My Black Ass

Election night 2008 had people celebrating in the streets. The desire for change had swept the GOP from the White House and Congress. The effects of Obama's victory over the Old White Guy reached into the Deep South and this week the town of Alligator, Alabama ousted its white mayor in favor of a black leader.

37 votes for Tommie "Tomaso" Brown versus 27 for Robert Fave, whose family controlled all aspects of the smal town's economy. long.

A landslide for the challenger put Alligator on the map for the first time in recorded history. The Mississippi Delta town has had little to cheer about over the 20th Century as its population shrank from 1000 to 200 and the new mayor's supporters taunted the loser by running into Fava's general store and shouting, "Kiss my black ass."

30 years ago Tommie "Tomaso" Brown would have been strung up in a tree for such uppityism.

Several citizens expressed reservations about the new mayor.

“He says there’s going to be lots of changes and everything with all these kids running around here. But he do the same thing they do, drinking beer and stuff. You’ve got to stay at home and study the town. Alligator is the kind of place where if you leave your door open, when you come back there ain’t nothing in your house."

For a town of 200 that sounds like chaos, however the ex-mayor admitted that Alligator was a quiet town.

"There’s only been one murder in all the time I’ve been here. About five years ago, there was a white lady coming in with a black guy and they got into it and he shot her and tried to burn the body up. They got him and he’s doing time in the penitentiary.”

Huntsville Prison has certainly more populous than Alligator, but I doubt the 'change' will penetrate the penal system to have a black warden at the institution.

Some things stay the same more than they change.

Postcard is from Quincy Florida 1909.

White people get real stupid around alligators.

A LOSS OF MEMORY by Peter Nolan Smith

The Catholic Church and other derivatives of the Judaeo-Christian faith extol monogamy as the true state of man and woman, then explain sex through the mysteries of the birds and bees. Actually my parents never lectured their children on that subject, although they said that the stork had delivered each of my new brothers or sisters from the hospital.
“A stork?” The long-winged bird was not native to New England.
“Yes, a stork,” my parents said the word with reverence and they remained faithful as mating pigeons to each other. Bees never entered into the conversation about babies, because the queen bee had so many lovers.

Just like me.
I can’t count the number of my paramours on one hand and while I don’t remember all their names, I do recollect their faces, smiles, and smell, yet very little of the sex.

Woman on the other hand pride themselves on their acute memories and quote a man’s utterance twenty years after the words left his lips, so I imagined that all females would be equally recollective about the act of love, but not all of them.

Several years ago I ran into Valda at a Lower Manhattan studio opening. The ex-La Rocka model was still a beauty. Not a surprise, since the Polish emigre had been Jean-Michel's muse as had many women in the artist's short life. We sat on a gallery's window sill recounting our past and a younger women with a younger male asked, “Are you a couple?”

“Not really.” I smiled at the tenderness in her voice. I had once been that young.

“You seemed so comfortable together.” Her beau beamed with the glow of two hearts beating as one and he held his girlfriend’s hand with tenderness. They had a lot to learn, but I wasn’t in the mood to educate them about the hills and canyons of love, so I said, “No, we were never a couple, but we once were lovers.”

“No, we weren’t.” Valda harshly answered with darkening eyes.

“We weren’t?” I remembered certain spending hours together on a hot August night in 1979.

“Not at all.” Her adamant denial bristled with certitude.

“Are you sure?” Her kiss was etched on my mind.

“100%.”

That encounter couldn’t have been a phantasm of my fantasies. She had scratched my back to shreds.

“Really?’

“Yes.” A fury settled in her eyes.

The young couple fled from the charred ashes of my displaced memory.

“Sorry, guess I was thinking about someone else.” I waved the white flag of surrender.

“And there were plenty of someone elses.” Valda sway from the window. I remained seated, thinking that she was right, because a woman is never wrong about a man, but I had slept with one of her best friends.

Lucille and I had lasted a weekend.

My imaginary tryst with Valda went on for a month.

1979 wasn’t a time for monogamy.

I stood up. Valda stood by the bar. I was exiled from her thoughts and I wondered what other men else dwelled in her gulags. It really didn't matter, because 1979 was a long time ago and even worse maybe I wasn’t so memorable in the affairs of the birds and bees, then again I had slept with one of her best friends.

Lucille wouldn’t know if I was right, but I was gracious enough to allow Valda her victory, for as the philosopher Pascha Ray paraphrased, “As you get old you forget. As you get older you are forgotten by everyone but yourself.”

Sad, but sometimes true.

Especially in the mind of a woman.

Other photos of Valda and Mary Beth and Lucille.

In 1979 we were friends and I never forget friends.