JH detritus

This piece arises from the information that in the past two weeks someone from Henderson, Nevada has spent some serious time on this blog. I can only assume it is my old nemesis chick, Janne. And this poem asks the usual questions of her. However, I don't believe she is likely to see it because whoever is checking the site is doing it from what google lists when you put in her name. Google, being google, lists several items from this site, but they are items that also feature some mention of Marcia Jean Froelke Coburn, and Anastasia Sands, the character from Strange Sins. AS now refers to a porn star on the web, so I get a few hits on that basis. And Marcia Coburn is a serious Chicago journalist, well known and well published. Thus the many other pieces referring to this ancient history haven't been touched by this intruder. So I think the publishing of this poem falls on deaf ears here. I did talk with my friend who knew us both in those days and he truly was much kinder than I deserve. There is a great deal of waste in all this, but it has a kind of odd probitive value, also. JH is a lawyer these days, but I think if she has objections to anything she will let me know and I will do whatever I think is right. Truth is still the object, but I understand that what is truth for her is probably not truth for me.