I lived in the Purple House. That's where Irene Breeden and Peter retreated to after a big GI (gross income) push. Irene was being chased by aliens and couldn't return to her "space". Whew, I don't even want to think about it. Those were some strange days. Peter and Irene left shortly after that to "deliver" the GI to ElRon personally. I think they tried to take Mary Lou Bell with them or maybe she went willingly. I can't remember. Maybe I need more auditing. That was the last I ever saw of them and good old FCDC. It doesn't take much to make a non believer out of me. Three years and more weird shit than I care to recall. To be fair, there were some good times and some friends I'm still talking to today, thanks to ESMB.
I just recalled a time when Irene and Joe Breeden were standing on the porch of 1810/1812 as-ising clouds. Yeah, OK, and me standing next to them wanting to believe but thinking what the fuck do they think they are doing? Clouds do that all the time. There was also some discussion about space ships up there.
Irene: Can't you see them?
Me: "Duh, (even though Duh wasn't the parlance of the day, I traveled forward in time and borrowed the word and came back) no Irene, I can't." I guess I wasn't OT enough.
Did anyone live in that building north of Swann on 19th across from the org? It was used as the GO's Office either before or after we used it for staff berthing. A lot of people were jammed in that place. It's probably fancy condos now. I lived in the garage behind it for a time with Rick Bannerman and some others I can't recall right now. We finally got an upstat room on the third floor. That was the place where Gordon Bell was fond of waking everyone up in the morning with his saxophone and his bellowing too cheerful voice.