This mornings paper had a little article about the best beaches in the world. Don't know who made the list ,but # 4 on it is Lanikai Beach over the hill from Honolulu . I don't know about the other beaches listed,because they were in faraway lands ,but I can vouch for beach # 4. In 1970,I had a 60 Ford,from which I removed the back seat,installed a sheet of 3/4 " plywood, put a mattress on it and there I was--my new living quarters. Had a little propane stove,a cooler for ice to keep foodstuffs fit to eat and lived right in the mostly empty parking lot between the ocean and the 15 acre park. Routine was drive to work,nail on some roofing, come back to the beach,shower in the cold water faucet provided to rid onself of beach sand and enjoy the evening. My friend Margaret and I found this living arrangement to be nothing short of paradise. My buddy Todd had a big 'ol 59 Cad convertable and he slept in his car close to us ,along with some other vagabonds and we had some nice evenings around the campfire,swilling cheap wine and smokin' da kine. In the mornings,we would walk the park and pick up refuse that folks had thrown around to kind of pay our "rent" as it were and the caretakers saw us doing this and consequently figured we were good "tenants" and never hassled us at all. Always exchanged pleasantries ,in fact. -------That is--until the Phantom Shitter-started to make his presence known. By known--I mean that starting one morning--the men's bathroom was covered from floor to wall to ceiling with shit including the sink and the stalls!!!!And a pair of the miscreants underwear,I suppose that was used to spread the foul smelling stuff, for whatever reason the sick bastard had for doing such a deed. We were on our regular park policing job ,which included the restrooms ,when we discovered it---it was too much. We could not bring ourselves to tackle that "job". When the caretakers arrived ,they were livid ,because they had the onerous chore that we could not make ourselves do. They knew we were not to blame and we tried to catch the sick person for the next 3 or 4 nights--but could not,even as the shitstorm countinued. There is a saying that applies here--"the bad always drives out the good" and I've seen it countless times in many situations in my life. The Haight -Ashbury would be a good and well known example. Well ,that was the end of our stay at Lanikai Beach--no more campfires with the cameraderie that came with our fellow vagabonds of like mind. Done. Out we all went. They could not let us stay and I guess they must have figured one of us had to be guilty of it. We were not,of course,but we could not prove a negative and --so it goes.We scattered to various places around the islands---some never to be seen again as was often the way of the hippy--but I'll never forget the time I and my friends spent on the # 4 beach on the list of the best beaches in the world. And I'll always wonder what happened to --The Phantom Shitter --and just what could possibly motivate a human to do such a weird thing.
Yep, Saw way too much of it at the State hospital during my work there.Sexual abuse or other kinds of intrusive abuse to kids
this is interesting.... this may be the answer to a couple questions I may have about experiences way back in the day
