Jim Green

Posted on: Jan 26, 2023 at 1:55 AM

Congratulations at having climbed to the ripe old age of 74, Richard. A few years back I made a left turn (with all the signals going) that broke my leg when a truck hit my Honda Covic 2000. Now I eat breakfast with a famous man over 300 years old that was really resurrected from th dead, born in 1706, I think. And Karl Marx and I drink together at happy hour. He died in his time machine tombstone before waking up in a future century, his wounds marvelously healed from his recovery time in rigor mortis. Karl likes a rum and coke; I prefer a 3.2 Seagrams Blueberry Acai Lemonade. Enrico Fermi \is living here, but
never got youth recovery by spending time in rigor mortis. I have learned things about medicine, including more wound healing theory and advanced practice. I didn't believe in resurrection until I checked in from Wesley Medical Center. Now every day is like something our of Zardoz (1974). Karl can come and go, however, while I am stuck here yet, here with the dead or nearly dead re-awakened and sociable. Enrico Fermi died in 1954, sent to time travel inside instead to death. There are other Russian communists
on board, and scientists of caliber including Albert Einstein and Fermi. We live in a clever CIA preserve. The outside looks dangerous from the inside here.

I will always wonder why Bobby Knapp wanted to fight me in a fist fight on my way home from school one day in 8th grade in front of a churchyard next to a shop where I could get a soda and a comic book. It was a mystery to me. I was a few inches taller, and I thought his father owned a gun shop in town. He dared to kick at me. He missed my balls. We sparred. The crowd was considerable.  What had I done to warrent being picked on? Finally, I hit him in the nose in a way that started a nosebleed. He seemed to come to his senses and backed off. I don't know why it happened.  I guess we were on edge because of the Viet Nam War impringing. I am glad he quit, and that I could walk on home. We never fought again or quarelled. But I had to fight not to be stopped and experimented on.  I was working out with weights I got for exercise that year from Joe Weider that were given to me by my father, springs included. Perhhaps it stimulated an aggressive maneuver. I was reading The Fantastic Four at the time, drawn by Jack Kirby.. We both went to John Marshall Junior High when President Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas in 1963. I think we were in the same Junior High gym class and tested each other on pull-ups and gymn equipment. It was getting cold outside.

Nice to see you, Craig, Halloween 2022. I wonder what Vickie looks like,
I wonder if you have instruments for the bands at any volume scale. I miss North High folks
somewhat, although at 73 I am in a CIA environment that looks like home, trying to recover my home and automobile. Most guests seem to be in with oxygen tanks, but sometimes we are spry. My oxygenation level is high and I read Life Extension Magazine to stay healthy. I broke a leg and a hand, and Happy Hooker snatched my car after an accident.
Here we have quite a group of scientists, musicians, and communists, including Saul N. Silverman, who wrote Lenin studies for the WSU bookstore and a course on Lenin in 1975. He also wrote the score for Surrealistic Pillow and got the money together for The Jefferson Airplane. He sure needs some music equipment to compose with. He still is for eating onions to stay young, like Rob Bailey was. It takes a lol of ketchup. We also have Karl Marx, Benjamin Franklin, Enrico Fermi, Albert Einstein, James Clerk Maxwell, and other guys that eat shallots to interview with the men who raised them from the dead, in some cases. We've got Kalinin from the Presidium of the Soviet Union, too, but had a heavy haunting from girls covered with tattoos from hard hits with signs and wonders of a guilty nature all around in company like this. Venus, Johnny Rivers, the Eagles, were here.
We have Earl, who had an H-bomb kit like some Nigerians wanted, but the Judo nurses got it away from him, reducing frictions. They grabbed white girls for a while from African zones that dream of takeover. Things look calmer now. I wonder if I can get back to WSU towers for more visits to chemistry seminars and more places where Charlton Heston could show up with his chem name lifted high.

Perhaps this man can be resurrected from the dead before he is cremated. These days, I meet a number of men who really are resurrected from the dead, and other men with very long lifetimes.from using bulbs of plants from the lilly family, such as shallots, onions, and garlic. The dead are not always as comfortable in their graves as they are when successfully revived. They sometimes feel extremes of heat and cold in their graves that they remember after their resurrection, and are grateful to live on above ground. It reminds them of time travel extremes of heat and cold as felt by Rod Taylor in The Time Machine by H.G.Wells (1960). They get fresh blood from transfusions plus acetyl L-carnitine to restart the heart and revive tissues. There may be something that can be done to save and restore this man. Furthermore, there are DOD awards and documents supporting continued life for military heroes and heroines. You should look into it to get experience in how this works out. Making them look like Somebody to Love is popular practice these days. He may even be able to direct a movie about his life with govenment support. Please look into it. Be a hero or heroine to the grateful dead.

Yours Truly, 

Jim Green

Congratulations on being accepted in Oklahoma and on loving every job you ever had and on feeling successful about it all. At nearly 73, I've never suffered from heart problems at all, probably from reading Life Extension Magazine from one end to the other. See
http://www.lef.org/magazine .

I finally broke a bone, after 71 years, 3 bones, all told. The right femur, the right tibial plateau, and the 4th metacarpal bone in the left hand. Aftter 9 weeks i can get into a walker and go from a robotic bed to the commode and back, or transfer to and from a wheel chair.
Perhaps I damaged the ligament joining the left ulna at the wrist to the radius bone. In the walker, i can let go and stand erect on both feet. I am doing a a few 2-legged walking exercises in the walker. I may need a cane for while. I am uncertain about the condition of the meniscus shock absorber protecting articular cartilage at the condyles of the femur and the tibia. Without the meniscus or a replacement for it, arthritis develops. I may need to tape my left wrist after the cast is removed from my left arm.
On my way to my surgeon's office and back our van picked up Rich Fagg. Rich was recovering from violence in Chicago leading to a fall of two stories. He was also in a
wheel chair. Both of us were in A Man for All Seasons at North High in the 66-67 school year, I as the Duke of Norfolk, he as Sir Thomas Moore. I have not seen him since that ride,
In which he seemed to be a radio full of bright brainwaves. It reminded me of Joni Mitchell's song You Turn Me On, I'm a Radio.

See Sally Sanchez Guevara obiturary at Legacy.com:

https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/name/sally-sanchez-obituary?pid=195465900 .

See Darrell Duncan's online obituary and video material at

https://www.smithfamilymortuaries.com/memorials/darrell-duncan/4100564/ .

The 1st photo was taken at calendar age 70.33 at my apartment near WSU.
I tried fasting for 3 days to get SIRT6 up for DNA and telomere repair, followed
by 3 more days of hard exercise with HGH boosters to lengthen telomeres
and came up with the 2nd photo on Halloween, 2019, after 3 six-day cycles of this.
See www.lef.org/magazine for details of how not to die of old age, but to get young again.

Joseph Damilini was probably the good mailman that saw that the mail was faithfully delivered. I mean, we have recently seen the opposite thing, for a decade or two, even. I wish the mail were as faithfully delivered as it was back in the 20th Century, before the Twin Towers hit of 2001.  Perhaps this has recently improved again.

Happy Birthday this coming Sunday, September 1, 2019, Darwin.
I hope the cold wind blowing in over Lake Michigan will not make
you feel too much like Frankenstein on an ice flow, but that you have
a warm camp to tidy up in and friends, too. It was a pleasure having you in
Thespians back in the 60s for time in staged dramas and comedies. Many thanks
to you and Rich Fagg for inviting me to join it. Thespians made life more romantic.
Liga Valdmanis (class of 1966) blessed me with a copy of The Rubiyat of Omar Khayyam for my
bookshelves; Barbara Pelley (class of 1966) taught me secrets of necking all the way to A Hard Day's Night (1964) one evening in a snowstorm to the tune of I Should Have Known Better. I might have missed young love in gymnastics. Thespians made me a happier, more sociable man. I looked forward to cast parties.
Afterwards as a student at KU in Lawrence was to the tune of Scarborough Fair, April Come She Will,
and Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall with numbers from Judy Collins and the
great English-speaking bands of the 1970s, though KU coursework was more like
soaring with Beethoven's 3rd and 9th symphonies as one picked up skills that promote
insight and optimism. I graded papers for a senior course in electromagnetic theory, ran projectors for the campus film service, took coursework in electronics for the psychology lab, and took graduate courses in quantum mechanics and nuclear physics. Higher education and romance was there, as Viet Nam war reports streamed past on television against a partly psychedelic background with many overflowing bookstores.
Don't miss http://www.lef.org/magazine and similar anti-aging journals.
Photo: Jim Green at 70+ in the Summer of 2019 at Ablah Library,
equipped with perfectly 20/20 lenses, although I'm cleared to drive
in Kansas without them. I interviewed at Bell Labs in Chicago in
1977 after getting an MSEE at WSU and got a job offer from there, but went with a different outfit.
The winds from the lake were very cool even in the Summer.