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Home from rehab 30 years after the seed
GregFL:
PM = private message. Over there on the left in red there is a tab to send anyone on this site a private message.
I am also trying to find my boyd anderson yearbook to see if I remember your brother.
Jimmy Cusick:
I was in Ft. Lauderdale from July 1st, 1974 to August 17th, 1975, I lived with the *** family they had 2 kids in the program, Jim and Bert, they lived on a canal and had 4 boats. We spent lots of time fishing and water skiing, that was the highlight of my seed experience. I also lived with "Hank" who later became a staff member, His house was on Coolidge drive in Hollywood,Florida, I remember that like it was yesterday.
I went to my junior year at South Plantation high school and I also remember the race riots. The blacks really hated the whites for enslaving their grandparents but I stayed out of the whole thing because I didnt talk to anybody. A seedling friend of mine by the name of Mark Barton(he was from Kentucky) got punched in the face and Libby made a big deal of him being a hero for not fighting back, I always thought he was a "Pussy" for not fighting the blacks
I graduated the night we left Ft. Lauderdale for Cleveland and stayed involved until I went in the Marines on February 28, 1977. If you tell me your name it would be a big help. Remember Sue Liberatore? The good looking blonde from Bay Village who's dad was a racketeer and he got involved with Art Barker. Sue Died in a car crash while she was snorting cocaine(honest)
cleveland:
Jimmy,
I lived in that little shack in Hollywood that was behind Hank's parents house...they had a little bulldog that was hyper, but they were very nice. The "shack" or cottage had probably been meant for seasonal use only and it was comically small. You had to walk thru the shower - in the front and out the back - to get into the back bedroom. The living room was so small we cut the legs off of our couch to get in in the door, we called it the "low rider." The kitchen was so tiny that when you opened the fridge door, it took up all the space - a one-person kitchen. I think the front "porch" was dirt. There was a crazy man who lived next door, who had buried a Volkswagen in his yard, which was surrounded by sand-bags - he'd hide all day but come out at night and scream racist madness. I lived there with four people, it was crazy. We had a good time there, and we were far enough away from other Seed kids that we felt a bit of freedom. Alas, it was too much of a good thing, and staff closed it down and we were all relocated to other houses. I remember staff actually saying that we were having too much fun there - I think they were concerned because we'd come in to raps and talk about what a blast we were having all the time! Those are actually my best Seed memories, crossing the track near the Winn-Dixie to go home and hang out with Mitch, and this southern kid - Mike? - and at least one other person. Funny how those memories have faded.
Jimmy Cusick:
That is a cool memory. When I lived at Hanks house there was "The girls " house behind their house. We had a screened in pool and went swimming everynight. Do you remember the building on the other side of the yard? It was white and called "Rapid Rater" That was Hanks fathers business and we used to go in at night and emptied garbage cans,,,,,,,imagine that you were there to.
bad memory........... In 1981, I called John G*** and Scott to see if they could help me, they told me to call the seed, ::armed:: I called the Florida Seed to talk to Libby, Hank answered the phone after I asked to speak to a staff member and I asked for Libby (my favorite), Hank told me that "this isnt selective choose a staff, what do you want". I was really hurt because at one time Hank and I were close friends and he had become a "Parrot". I was having trouble with alcohol and drugs and in trouble with a motorcycle club but I hung up the phone and never called again.
cleveland:
Yes, that whole chain of command thing...
Hank was staff in Cleveland when I came in. When the Cleveland Seed closed, hank came down too. But you know, I think he left soon after we moved out of the cottage, which must have been the 'girls' house' before. I thought he was gone by 1981, but I could be wrong.
A lot rode on who you happened to get as a staff member when you had a question. That made it pretty arbitrary. Remeber there was that whole rule about 'not playing one staff member against another'? That meant you were stuck with whatever you were told to do, and if you had a staff member who didn't understand or care about your issue, tough luck...
John G*** was one of the Cleveland guys who was around when I came in - he drove an old beat up sports car and always showed up at our house on Claque road with his own 6-pack of 'diets' - do you remember that? I lived there with Scott P., Wayne A., Jim A. and Mike, who had a Chevelle (these guys all drove big American cars, for 'the newcomers' - yeah, right!)
John moved to Florida too with his wife and child, one of the few 'Seed baby's' I ever knew of.
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