This and that from re Thai r ment, by 3Th. January 20, 2011


1961 – Chico Marx and Carl Jung die.

(Carl Jung’s final words are, “Does Chico yet live?”)


1. A recent poll of voters in Thailand revealed that over 50% would be willing to exchange their vote for money.

2. The Pattaya times reported a crack down by the police on foreign owned sex bars in an effort to clean up the City’s image by rooting out illegal drugs and sex operations. It is assumed that Thai owned sex bars do not deal in illegal sex and drugs.

In an interview with a Times reporter a young man had just settled down with a young woman on a sofa in a bar along notorious Soi 6 when the police broke in, he indicated that it all appeared to be more of a warning since the police found nothing illegal. He added, “…except that some of the women in the bar I learned were men. But when I realized that it also took 300 Thai policemen to discover the difference, I didn’t feel so bad.”


I have been in a bit of a funk for the past few days. I do not know why, so, until it passed, I settled down to read some of the books that I have brought with me from the US.

One of these books is “Eye of the Bear” by my friend Naida West with whom Hayden and I spent a wonderful three days at the ranch along the Cosumnes River near Sacramento. It is a marvelous story and one that I recommend highly.

Although the book is identified as an historical novel, it is so like “The Grapes of Wrath” is an historical novel. And even as an historical novel it stands unique. As Naida herself points out “In most historical novels a fabricated plot is imposed upon an historical setting. Instead, I used documented events as story guideposts…”. And what a story it is. Every bit as exciting as “Leather-stocking Tales” and every bit as much an examination of the American experience as “Huckleberry Finn.” It is one of the best novels that I have read in years.

During my stay at their ranch, Hayden and I accompanied Naida and her husband Bill Geyer on a walk along the river near their ranch. I stood under the oak tree in which Eagle Woman lived, saw the rude parking lot that covered the village of the Lopotsumne, climbed over the rocks pocked with the grinding holes used by the village women to prepare their acorn flour now partially covered by refuse thrown there by the developers of the adjacent subdivision, walked on the playing fields now a garbage dump and climbed the hills overlooking the village.

While I listened to Naida tell me about these places and about the lives of the people, I listened politely with that detachment that one reserves for docent tours through museums of archeological sites. It was only by reading the book that her words became alive. I saw myself there for the “Big Times” and the “Rattlesnake Dance,” Morning Owl‘s orations and Grizzly Hair and Oak Gall‘s bathing in the cool of the river mornings. I experienced Grizzly Hair‘s shock at first contact with horses, Padres and mountain men and saw the suffering and death at the Missions.

It is a great story and a great novel.

(Attached is a photograph of Hayden and me not more than a dozen places from the “Home Place”, the village of Morning Owl‘s people,)


Finally, the beautiful woman arrives. She must be beautiful otherwise as my masseuse pointed out “no one will care what happens to her.”
Chapter 5

After they left, as he was trying to figure out what he had to do next, his secretary Nina rang to tell him that there was a woman at the receptionists desk on the top floor named Isabella Yeung, who wanted to meet with him.

“I’m too busy, schedule a meeting for two weeks from now”

“She says that she is a private investigator and that it is important that she see you now.”

“I don’t care,” he began but his curiosity got the best of him as it always did. “Ok, tell her I only have 15 minutes available.”

Isabella Yeung walked into his office as though she owned it. Strode over to one of the wooden chairs and sat down on it before he could even rise from his own chair to greet her.

She was dressed in what was obviously expensive business suit, very dark grey with light blue pin stripes and a very short skirt. Her hair was long black and curly and hung down to her shoulders. Her eyes black and calm never venturing from staring into his, announced her Asian heritage, but nothing else did. She was tall, almost as tall as he was.

He decided to get right into it, feeling uncomfortable under her almost unblinking gaze. “Ms. Yeung, I understand that you are a private investigator. Who is your client?”

“That, I am afraid is confidential,” she responded cooly.

“Then this meeting is over. I have no intention of providing information to anyone I do not know.”

She continued to stare at him, then replied cooly, “I am not here to get information from you but to give you some. I suggest that you spend some time familiarizing yourself with a group called the Brethren before spending too much time in your new job. Also, the Red Star Industries matter is not one of simple corruption. Take care Mr. Biondi.”

With that she rose elegantly our of her seat and walked to the door.

“Wait,” he called out to her as she was about to open the door’

She turned, looked at him again with that dark placid expression.

“That sounds like a lot of crap.”

No expression marred her calm demeanor,

“OK, I am willing to talk about it some more.”

Still no expression but there did appear to be a slight tightening around her lips as though a smile was about to break through.

“Look, I really do have another important meeting now. This evening I will be having a dinner meeting at ______. Can we meet there before, in the bar then, say 6:30? Maybe then you can tell me why you really came here today.”

“6:30 then,” she repeated calmly and walked out.

The door swing closed behind her.

He remained sitting, staring at the door wondering if he was being scammed and annoyed that the only reason he asked to meet with her was because she was attractive. As so often in the past he let a pretty face persuade him to do the exact opposite of what he should do.

There was an email on his computer from Ray, “Only the Name, Isabella Yeung Investigations and a California cell phone number appears on the business card she left with Nina, Yeung is a common Chinese name. There is probably a 100,000 people with that name in the Bay Area. But none with the first name Isabella. I did locate a Yeung Investigations on 133 East 61st street in New York City but when I tried the number, it had been disconnected. Would you like me to keep trying?”

“Probably unimportant. Not a priority. Only if you have some spare time,” he typed in reply.


a. Sayings from “The Princess Bride.”

Vizzini: And you: friendless, brainless, helpless, hopeless! Do you want me to send you back to where you were? Unemployed in Greenland!

b. The wit and wisdom of Baba Giufa.

Seeker: Baba Giufa, what is truth?

Baba Giufa: All that is not a lie.

Seeker: Then what is not a lie?

Baba Giufa: Nothing.

c. From Gods Mouth to your ear.

She caught him, and kissed him, and with an impudent face said:

‘I have decked my bed with coverings of tapestry, with carved works, with fine linen of Egypt. I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.

Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us solace ourselves with loves’

With her much fair speech she caused him to yield, with the flattering of her lips she forced him … He went after her straightway, as an ox goes to the slaughter …

She has cast down many wounded … Many strong men have been slain by her … Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death.”
– Proverbs 7


Christianity was the first creed in history to exterminate its adversaries in the name of love.

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