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08.27.2016

Mr. Matar-

Greetings from Saint Louis Missouri, where there once was a Mercury and Gemini space capsule under construction, until the Apollo program came along. Since the last moon mission, the USA had not really had a space program, which explains why the Jet Propulsion Lab (JPL) thought it was comical to carpool on the parking lot where I was “stuck” and rendered homeless.

Incredibly, the U.S. Government probably wonders why I am intent on finding an Iranian woman who gave me a hat. If I’m related to Howard Hughes, the drill bit is going to Dubai, and I’m living out my life in the EU. My, I wish I knew where.

Have a great day,

William C. Hughes

We See You Writing and Writing

March 12, 2017

Megan –

First, I am wondering if you might be related to Great Rivers Mental Health stalwart Judy Finnegan, and even if not, I sure could use your help. It has been not that long since fellow LCSW Francine Thomas said, “You should go talk to Danny Wedding.” I believe I said, “They are doing research up there, why would I bother him?” My problems on Ward H were:

A head injury case who needed a secure SNF.

Another head injury case I’d placed at an RCF who was faring poorly.

A long-term “State Hospital” patient with a conditional release and a legal guardian who thought SLPRC was better than a community setting, despite the court’s opinion.

A patient with a recent head injury I thought was highly suspicious in origin.

A patient who had once jumped out a window and broke his leg on LSD, and been treated at a Colorado State Hospital. They thought he could never be placed in the community, but I had gained the administrative approval and found him an RCF.

A patient who was selling sex acts.

A patient who had eloped, fell in with crack dealers, and then checked-in with his favorite Iowa sheriff to get a ride back to SLPRC. In real-time, I had taken note of the fact he had been in the same place at the same time as an Arizona cell 9/11 hijacker pilot in flight training. (This is part of why I won a battle with his legal guardian and kept him supplied with phone cards). 

A supervisor who thought returning late from Christmas shopping for patients in the REO’s Impala merited a disciplinary write-up. (I was recently told she too resigned her position abruptly).

Since that time, I’ve returned to this area in “disgrace” after bad experiences in California and two offers to meet and seal a movie deal. My problems?

I can’t get back to LA.

I can’t even get to Jeff City.

I unbelievably can’t get to Maryland Heights for a year plus to pull a $6 police report.

Through the miracle of the Internet, I am now wondering where the early St. Louis State Hospital records went, because I recall discussing a research project with former MIMH Librarian Mary Johnson. This was on my lunch hour I often spent in your library. Today, I cannot show a single article I wrote for psychiatric journals except my lead editorial in Psychiatric Services. Like my old supposed friends and professional colleagues please do not say, “Bill, that was a long time ago.”  

Dar Walker of the Alliance on Mental Illness is not on my Christmas list after being told some highly personal information about certain of my family members, and his idea of help is to accept a phone call and want to talk later due to a meeting with “big-shots.” Kevin Killeen now carries a nickname of “Call me tomorrow Kevin” after dodging his journalist responsibility to run a follow-up story after misplacing 15 minutes of telephone interview with me. Ditto with Mr. Bill McClellan, who was kind enough to pay for his own coffee at Denny’s long ago.

I warned him about what would happen with no skilled mental health professionals to investigate civil commitment cases, and he published two pieces I must assume the Post-Dispatch archives have not misplaced like Killeen’s audio.

To get to the bottom line, if I remain “stuck” at a local motel with no compassion shown by anyone, who do I ask to be invited to the Spring Institute? Seems to me I was at one early in my career inclusive of lodging and recall discussing “choice” with DMH division directors who were drinking longneck beers at the time. This was under a Republican governor? Sure was!

Safely back in 2014 St. Louis, two landlords were kind enough to rent housing where visitors banged on the porch, doors, air conditioner, pipes, and walls all night looking for meth in addition to shooting assault rifles nearby to convey a “message” that was received, and thus I became “stuck” in yet another motel.

For three years, I thought I could maybe get back on with DMH.

For two years I thought I could do a presentation on the West Coast behavioral health disaster.

For a year I’ve wanted to do a “cop training” using my close scrapes with guns and the mentally disordered as illustrations. I don’t suppose you remember the Manchester case that outraged even hard-hearted Mental Health Coordinators. Six cops shot the guy in mom’s garage because he had a sword. If I had ten less years on me, I’d get in the cop gym and show them how to take away the sword with no bullets required.

I pray my Internet keeps working,

William Hughes, MSW

St. Charles Stench

Jack the door code and...going to Cuba like tho bad old days?

 

09.05.2016

Dear Ms. Giessman:

Yes, I really did turn down a scholarship offer at Westminster College, and I am not alleging it was cause & effect on President Franc McCluer returning to Lindenwood from Westminster for my Freshman year, but it might have been. Before I started on my uneventful holiday weekend in a slummy motel room where I am imprisoned, I called a SLU Law School grad and said, “This cannot continue.”

I then called my two contacts at Michael Shonrock’s office and told them if you encounter any resistance on finding a photo of me and possibly running an article in an alumni publication, I’m hiring a non-uber taxicab if necessary, and I’m later in his office fully expecting to talk this over. I actually sent the SLU-trained St. Louis lawyer a photo of the San Diego attorney who might help seal a movie deal for me, yet all metro barristers remain paralyzed at their speakerphone button. At a minimum, we could argue about the California attorney’s daughter and her 2009-2016 behavior, not about whether Jet Pilot is a good movie or not. (Lindenwood should show Universal’s “short version” on Friday night with an accompanying feminist lecture on how women were not supposed to fly fighter jets, but Howard Hughes the visionary thought so). Gotcha! Did I mention a guy from Universal joined the throng that likes to hit my car?

Moving right along to Lindenwood “smoking guns,” it seems at least two of my radio associates were CBS employees, not students. Computer lab man Bart Gill apparently received money from Exxon to teach me a thing or two, and the equipment came from CBS Radio, where contemporary staff would not air my obituary if I had Howard’s fortune. Further, my Junior and senior year advisor Bob White apparently had a radio job much like my late documented dad did in Herrin, Illinois. It is an ABC affiliate to this day, and this weekend I shall see if their station in Los Angeles still answers the phone with, “What do you want, Hughes?”

How absurd can this get? If Lindenwood makes it to a 200 year old birthday bash, I am sure no other grad will have ever called seeking a photo of himself because: 1). He has none; 2). His own immediate kinfolk will not even discuss providing one; 3). All extended family whereabouts are unknown; 4). A 1970’s “business partner” who had a 35mm camera and darkroom access will not provide one. 5). Calls to the family of a deceased “business partner” with thousands of photos yielded not one. 6). A Lindenwood ’78 grad with a work study key to the LC darkroom and hundreds of photos of me said, “I can’t help you.” 7). I am not expending any more of my time and energy on wild goose chases after live or dead Lindenwood IV founders. The “studies” were to take place in Washington, D.C., Los Angeles, and St. Charles. Not odd on the face of it? There was apparently a “Washington, D.D.” and the campus had 14,000 students back then, or perhaps the Ibis editor was smoking marijuana I did not bring on campus.    

Now tell me my birth record is genuine, when pediatricians do not deliver babies with forceps, but Air Force obstetricians do. You might want to solicit the current LC administration’s comment on my seat to the alleged delivery Colonel’s right at his retirement party. He “picked up” a Lindenwood chick by hanging around the Post WWII gate and married her! May I look for her photo too? Charlotte’s daughter looked more like dad, and we did indeed live in Presbyterian sin for several years.     

It was my maternal Granny who said, “When it’s time, roll-up the paddy wagon.”

William C. Hughes

Big Texas Zero

They are here to help you--I hope.

05-15-2017

Wagener & Curran–

I will here number all of the reasons I did not keep an appointment at Affinia Health or call you as we agreed.

1.       I’m trying to call a Town Hall meeting, and I do not think you gentlemen are going to help.

2.      I need to register at the John C. Murphy Health Clinic, and I do not think you are going to help.

3.      I need a lawyer to assist me, and I am tired of trying to interest one in this state.

4.      I’m very busy reading-up on nuclear waste and the private companies that profit from that mess.

5.      I am having scary computer problems and must keep the HP operational. I don’t think you have to worry about such things or have devices constantly under attack.

6.      After calling a few people in Las Vegas, I do not think it is safe to be here.

7.      After calling the Hughes Center in Jew Jersey and paying the Innkeeper, I am absolutely sure it is unsafe to be in your county. {Regina’s joke was, “What does this have to do with New Jersey?”) I suppose a big release of radiation would be diluted by the time it got there, so I said, “Nothing.” Did I mention my ex-wife’s dad worked at MALLINKRODT?

8.     Apparently, I will spend an hour or so looking for the phone number for the manager I spoke to at the other Hughes Center in Nevada.

9.      The luxury Hilton hotel is quoting $26 for three nights? It all started with an innocent letter to Paris Hilton when they were still in Century City. My Hilton Honors Card that was issued when I was semi-homeless and a volunteer for the Conejo Recreation and Park District had “727” in the number which made me laugh because of the airplane model.

10.  No, I am not writing a book on aviation at the Wayside Motel. (The research is complete, however).

11.   As for the second book manuscript, the deal with McGraw Hill might be “Publish it as is, or send lawyers to court for many years.” [Google “Clifford Irving” and do not wonder why this was discussed at our North County dinner table]

12.  McGraw Hill in 1986, like McGraw Milhaven in 2016 wanted a dump truck of details; I got a free dinner out of the former, not even a doughnut out of the latter. This has to stop.

13.  Kevin Killeen and the CBS crowd talked too many times when I was calling from California parking lots and Jacks. Now they don’t talk; neither do I.

14.  Who is Mealnie Streeper? One remark from her on a Facebook page led to her boss in Springfield, Illinois. He crazily said, “Let me be your only contact on this” and I continue to wonder what he was talking about.

15.   I did write movie scripts and I am not writing any more. A good line out of Robert Redford’s mouth in a spy movie was: “How come I have a code name and you don’t?”

16.  In keeping with this, I will disclose I talked this whole situation over with “Madame X” who has ridden in a Vice President’s car, and I get fake tweets from a “Joe Lieberman.” The real one lost in 2000. My efforts continue to contact his wife who was briefly controversial over claims made about relatives being holocaust survivors or not. If I ever had a venue, I’d ask “Why does it matter if the story was slightly inaccurate?”

17.   The fact-checkers and debunkers never rest, except when it comes to Donald Trump who I gave 100 days to start making America great, and now I’d like to see his butt kicked out of my White House. I’d also would like to see a certain person arrested and prosecuted for pulling up at a drug distribution address and saying: “It’s the White House.” I’ve been stuck in so many such places I need an acronym of DDA for brevity. How about we add “detention” for a Drug Distribution and Detention Address, or “DDDA.” I was told about those in California, so maybe I should look back fondly on wandering what they legally term  “Open Space.” Back to Trump, “Put him on a park bench!” I would yell if reduced to a D.C. megaphone. Gee, I can’t get there when the Press Club room is $525, and I have the money. Today, I can’t do anything with so many deficits that were not of my intent or design.

See you at my Town Hall meeting if somebody pays for a room at The Heights. The topics are:

WESTLAKE LANDFILL

METROLINK

GUN VILOENCE

I’m the moderator, and by God I’m hopefully allowed to talk.

In a second e-mail, I will inform you of a stunt pulled here this morning after I called Galloway, NJ that requires a traffic stop and hopefully some arrests. You don’t care? Good, because I barely care about your corrupt county. I’ve never been harassed by your cops? I was not even of age to drive when I told a Saint Louis County police officer “I’m not drinking” after the spiffy new helicopter had broken up a teen beer party. Why did I see it 35 years later at a funeral?

Thanks,

William Charles Hughes