My oldest, the talented vocal and instrument artist, buying his own ranch is a total music freak…

I used too be one, had a couple hundred albums, killer sound system and by the time I moved to Washington to work for USDA… It would be less than 5 years and I lost interest in music and reading…

As I was dancing around the room to the above song, incorporating the PT exercise they taught me and it hit and it’s been hitting a lot lately and now it just gave me a clue…

My thigh muscle in my left leg has been painful ever since I can remember pain, that would have been Freda beating me with a 2inch thick upholstery ruler after the TV interview (see early blog)…

That pain, I have always known and now I know the muscle was damaged by that beating… Another nerve induction test will be in my future, because my left side is weak and has been for a few years, more so than when the first stroke hit at 14…

But, now I have pain in my left hip and I flash on the nuclear isotope bone scans and remember how much of my skeletal was hot and the doctors kept asking have you ever been beaten and as I sat there, in the military all I could say,… “Not that I know of”… 1978….

I asked Freda and we know now she lied to protect Don’s military retirement, because there is no morotorium on murder and I died in Texas (see early blog)… Both were culpable…

What injury happened that impacted my left hip is why the write…

As I did the foot exercises as I danced, the left hip let me know, it had a injury I knew nothing about and my eyes flashed for a second and it was gone… The memory was trying to break free…

The only injuries I caused to my person??? Slammed car door on my hand and broke my right fingers… Saved my son’s life on Japan at the campgrounds on the river where 3 adults died drowning that day and that water threw me against a boulder and I injured my right hip and yea there is a story to it, but not right now… He is alive and I have a permanent injury…

So why the left???

What I remember of Texas, I was beaten as was Larry and I was tossed, which is how I got the moderate TBI on my right frontal lobe and I went out like a light and woke to chaos, cops, medics, ambulance, screaming… (see early blog)…

A injury I don’t remember has reared it’s head as a reminder…

I still don’t remember all the violence…

but my body does…

I remember…

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