I lost my minutes and essays from a hard-working day of political importance because timely.   

      LOST AND FOUND:  My name is James MacRyland Crary, and my scribble book with notes about JFK research and other hard to decipher material but very important to me, it was purple and contained sheet protectors of loose leaf, with a sticker identifying it as from a Japanese store.  It was lost in the back on the right side of the bus 594 or 590 that left Seattle around 2:20. The bus driver will remember because we were delayed due to the incarceration of an exhibitionist individual who was being disruptive at the bus stop. Although I can understand investigative interest in my minutes, these essay notes are personally important to me and contain some train of thought (lost material) I would really like to have.

      Anyway, a few notes remain which I will type up.

      Many people seem to believe that I owe rock stars for my freedom of speech which is not true.   Rock stars were never really the standard bearers of public safety and were more interested all along in what they could get away with in terms of broadcast hooliganism.    This particularly came out towards me in their scorn, with the Reagan Administration, towards my safety as a child.

     By way of Public Safety, I think we should have note that this tyrant who evidently tweeted Wuhan choose Dec. 7th, which is a very telltale pattern with him, calling Paris part of Germany alludes to the Third Reich and Vichy.   In Tacoma, which is borderline Klondike Gold Rush country, there are examples of how the numbers runners set up a story encryption about the hit on Kennedy here, notoriously 1963 Fastco coinc. (implying how fast Jackie was and saluting “coincidence”).