From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Friday, May 09, 2003 10:42 AM
To: Shaim (shaim@covetech.com)
Cc: rest

 

Hey Sammy, please be so kind as to email me the photo you took at 7:11AM PST about a half hour ago taken from the front of “our” house. Now I am using my computer clock as reference point since my the batteries from my cell phone are dead.

 

The angle much like “The angle of the dangle equals the heat of the meat” so what exactly is your beef other than when you trekked over from Egypt you may have run into one of the tanks my Israeli friend Peter mentioned to me the other day.

 

Besides for the racket caused by the automatic garage door opener, something you probably installed without first getting permission from our property manager to mention little of the owners for the time being, it seemed I heard some other metal scraping metal noise although you did good not to touch my Mini Cooper S, wouldn’t you agree.

 

It seems though that you would be best served if planning on filing an insurance claim to provide all the relevant facts perhaps letting the insurance adjuster know that the “NO PARKING” sign you place on the garage door may not only be unenforceable but it failed to warn you when backing up how to steer straight. May I also suggest that you head back to 357 Parish Lane and take a second shot from perhaps a more direct angle since from my perspective your positioning seemed a little acute or depending on one’s point of view, perhaps even obtuse, wouldn’t you agree?

 

Now I am not calling you altogether dimwitted but please bear in mind the duty of proper care and consideration when going in reverse to mention little of my right to “quiet enjoyment.” Rather than go backwards & forwards, forgive me for trying to give you a lesson in Quantum Mechanics 101 perhaps it may be best for me to accelerate a way to resolve our differences, before our particles turn to dust.

 

In other words I think it is time to get this show on the road at least moving in a forward direction that doesn’t have each one of us looking behind to see who is trying to catch our tails, although I know full well that you pretty much follow everything I say including why God got rid of our tails.

 

Several days ago while heading up to my wife’s and my rock cabin I was listening to the7pm news on 640AM when they talked about this 11-year-old kid who was on a rollercoaster ride in Gary Indiana who choked and died on a piece of chewing gum. This news piece was immediately followed by a dog commercial put out by unclematty.com who talked about the nuisance of dogs chewing on furniture covering such benefits as “proper & adequate” dog training although I am not certain that was the exact phrase used to describe how to get folks to first pick up after themselves before taking on the responsibility of producing offspring.

 

One of the things I am hoping to get folks to pay attention to besides for how what is broadcast on the news being directly impacted by what the network marketing departments have “cooking” much like the ”soup of the day” which is what I ordered from The Bread Basket restaurant in Alpine while on my way to Pine Valley, that instead of leashing dogs we should place those who play it fast and loose on leashes with their victims holding on to on the other end of the “c.oke chain” [sic] and of course I am an advocate for more areas devoted to dogs to play where folks like me have a field day analyzing the hot headedness of individuals by the poor manner in which they communicate with their animals.

 

I am assuming you have not yet run into Ms. Kathy Murray? At one time I thought the two of you would get on like a house on fire. You may recall in one of my previous emails my mentioning Anne L. Miller’s concern about the tree next door falling down on us although I don’t believe I mentioned her concern about this place possibly catching fire. I have though noticed you sneezing a lot lately, perhaps though it is simply the new toilet you installed.

 

No doubt you have been on quite a roller coaster ride ever since you chose to interfere in my business activities, wouldn’t you agree. Mr. “Tell me everything?” And just like you were forced to examine your relationship with what went wrong between you and those “hot headed” blonde twins from Los Angeles you must be thinking somewhat about your supposed conversations with my mother that led you to be so disruptive of my business activities.

 

My mother is undoubtedly still rather brilliant but as you have assuredly come to realize she is not quite on top of things as when orchestrating the most beautiful women in South Africa passing through her charm school studio in the basement of our house on Bowes Lyon Avenue in Durban, South Africa.

 

Just to left of the photo in that previous hyperlink was a placard above the door which read, “Through these doors pass South Africa’s most beautiful women.” We met with a guy last night who wife was one of the many hundreds if not thousands of women and children who received “deportment” lessons from my mother plus plus plus and yes make no mistake my mother could add, sing, dance but never once did I hear who play a musical instrument let alone a trumpet.

 

We had a wonderful time meeting with Michael Sagorin who I don’t recall seeing since he was at the most 10 years old and naturally I would never have recognized him; tall, good looking, and knowing a whole number of people who were but a hazy memory to me. It didn’t though take me long to get up to speed to know that not much has really changed in the clothing game much like what I have mentioned in my previous writings that fashion tends to repeat itself over time, that only fabrics tend to make up for most of the differences although no doubt the numbers games are played much the same way they have for donkeys years.

 

I didn’t see anything served in beating Michael over the head with some of the financial maneuvering that has gone on in this 3rd largest industry in the world for ions perhaps as far back as Proclus perhaps even Pythagoras since Michael is now pretty much out of the business having clearly run a very “straight shop” despite having been one of the top production top dogs for several international brands. The truth of the matter is that the folks who actually tasked with running production are like policemen who are trained to simply follow orders and ask only the questions they have been trained for and to go no further unless they choose to run the risk of getting their heads chopped off.

 

Michael gave me permission to tell one rather funny story that occurred when he was in the South African Police Force which he chose to sign up for as part of his compulsory military training. You had basically 4 choices if you wanted to remain in good standing with the South African authorities and not end up in jail or on the so-called “banned list” which essentially meant you were under “house arrest” not able to communicate with the press, just a handful of reselected individuals, or simply dead. And of course being “banned” was tantamount to no longer having a say which is what often comes about when folks forget the teachings of the 1st Commandment, never to be slaves again and of course there is the part about “G-d is 1” [sic] and naturally there are some religious Jewish folk out there that have a problem with a number of things I have to say including spelling the word “God” without replacing the “o” with a “dash”.

 

It is so difficult to please everyone. Some folks are pissed off that I don’t spell enough things the right way and then I have to contend with the “Ashes” and of course more than a handful of folks now want me dead. Tough, wouldn’t you agree, at least wouldn’t you agree that I should “hang tough” and of course you know it would be tough for anyone to get a rope around my neck giving my ability to move rather fast for a guy approaching 60, still though a good decade younger than you, although I have actually no idea how old you are other than the fact that you seem to have more grandchildren than my mother and father who are both closer to 90 than they are to 60.

 

I tend to round things off unless I feel the need to be rather precise and of course folks like you who don’t a “pot to piss in” [sic] are hoping that I will make just one slip up, say one untruthful thing, and then you can possibly sue me and then pay back all your fukukta friends, family and offspring for supporting you all these donkey years. Now remember, I have it in black and white that you consider me a man of “integrity” and the only words I have ever expressed since is when you blocked me in several days after my the right tire in my Mini Cooper S was let down and I said words to the effect, “… Tell me golden oldy Sammy would you be willing to take a lie detector test that you had nothing to do with what could have possibly led to an auto wreck, taking out not only me and my passengers but pedestrians to boot” [sic]?

 

There are so many signs out there for us all to slow down and start helping one another but first though is the need it seems for more of a reality check. Last night on PBS I caught the tail end of a program about the Initial Public Offering [IPO] which is old news to SCALS [Shareholder Class Action Litigators] but something the general public have to come to terms with because if they had they would be marching hand in hand with me calling for a suspension of trading in public companies.

 

Make no mistake I could make a far more colorful presentation than any of those yoyos I saw interviewed although the bigwigs in this fiasco like Sanford Weil of Citicorp would be quite something to watch if I was given the chance to throw a sidewinder or “tTOo” [sic]. And of course he declined to be interviewed. Sadly the folks like prosecutor Spitzer chose the easy way out and hit guys like Sanford and his out of control top dog analyst with nothing short of slaps on the wrist.

 

I tried sending out that last hyperlink last night but for some reason my computer was plagued with all sorts of “fatal errors” just as I hit the send button.

 

Knowing what buttons to press is very important for people like myself as well as the President of the United States who has to balance things right now ever so carefully baring in mind that most of the general public are somewhat “brain dead.”

 

The best example of the human mind having short-circuited can in fact be found amongst South Africans who in my opinion represent the very best and worst of humanity, never to forget that in the almost 21 years I lived in that rat hole, never once did I see a single student from Carmel College, our Jewish Day School or one member of our Orthodox Jewish Synagogue let alone the fukukta reformers once carrying a card neither inside nor surrounding the grounds of both our place of worship nor at our kindergarten, junior or high school place of learning which seemed perhaps the most effective way of bringing a sweetheart of a guy like Michael Sagorin into a reality check.

 

Michael though represents the best of the best since he did not have the luxury of a mother like mine to guide him every step of the way. Zena Gevisser was without a doubt the most incredible gift God could have bestowed upon me as well as of course my father and my 3 siblings. Michael’s mother passed away when he was but six and his father a very well respected pediatrician never remarried.

 

Michael though had relatives like his mother’s brother a man I know fairly well. At least I know that Alan Magid took very careful notes when interviewing Nelson Mandela when preparing for trial to defend a bunch of young black men on trial for treason against the Apartheid Nazi regime. I happen to be in possession of a copy of that transcript along with a card given to advocate Magid by the gentlemen who I believe were ultimately found guilty although I could be wrong and today those very same gentlemen are out hustling for business deals on behalf of people like Jonathan Beare who most would agree is a rather intelligent individual acting much like a Mafia Don although Jonathan I know is not in to breaking people’s legs. I happen to love Jonathan Beare but I not only love his favorite nephew Derrick Beare I happen to like Derrick very much.

 

So back to this story about how Michael Sagorin demonstrated how his formal education interfered with his learning. While on patrol one night he came across a black kid who was trying to hide a motor cycle helmet under his jacket. After arresting and cuffing the lad Michael then went to the front door of the house where the motorcycle was parked in front. Apparently he didn’t recognize that the person opening the door was on the “banned list” and was in no mood to press charges against the black kid and told Michael that the motorcycle had no value insisting that he was not wanting to go along with any charges being filed against the kid who probably was just looking for possibly one meal ticket in return for fencing off the helmet.

 

Michael though proceeded to read this gentleman the “riot act” for the offence was a criminal offense and this “yoyo” had no say when it came to matters of “right and wrong” under the laws granted Michael by the State. This “yoyo’s” last name was Baskin, no relation I know of to Robin, Howard Stern’s right hand lieutenant, and besides the Baskin boys were as white as most Jewish people I know who converted to Judaism some several hundred years ago.

 

Now to be clear Michael never spoke in any way deregulatory about any of the parties in fact throughout the 5 hours we were together I never once heard him say anything distasteful about anyone complimenting Marie on her buffet style Mexican dinner that had to be the lamest meal I have ever seen her prepare in the 9+ years I have known this treasure of a woman. And of course Michael was the perfect gentleman as he consumed some of our very best wine like there was no tomorrow. However by the time he was done I had got more than my monies worth.

 

I calculated that what he ate amounted to no more than say $1.25 of ingredients and even if he say consumed the bulk of the two bottles of wine, one had already been opened, at the most my cost would have been another $3.75 given the incredible discount I got on this fukukta French bottle of wine. I only realized after I bought the umpteen bottles that the wine was produced in France. Had Michael not showed up I would have flushed both bottles down the drain knowing that folks like U.S. Filter would do the right thing and recycle it to places like the Imperial Irrigation District [IID] and of course Sammy you remember how you came into my dwelling, known as The Cave just as I received on April 4th 2002 a FEDEX package from the Wetherly Capital folks hell bent on shutting me up.

 

Does any of this ring a bell or sound fishy?

 

Let me help you a little refresh your memory. A year ago today, almost to the exact minute you sent out your “sound fishy” email and included in that Thursday, May 09, 2002 9:50 AM email was the name “vschiff” in the “Cc”. Go on now click on to that hyperlink above and then scroll down until you get to your “Big Joke” email that set the cat amongst the pigeons.

 

Yes Mr. Sammy Haim, I rarely lose track of anything important certainly not time, nothing like having prescient timing , wouldn’t you agree?

 

I have been having quite a bit of difficulty with my laptop computer these days causing me to slow down the pace of my typing. The time right now on my computer clock is 9:49 AM PST exactly. I need to pick up the speed a little given all the other things I need to have done today in preparation for tonight’s experimental “workshop” which no doubt you have read all about. And if you are having trouble reading just ask you nephew the one who has still not let me know the symbol of his public company.

 

Which makes me laugh a little should Jeffrey Krinsk read about my having spent anything like “5 hours” debriefing anyone. Jeffrey knows that to sit down with me for 3 minutes is tantamount to the essence of what most people get out being with someone a lifetime. When I met with Jeffrey this past Wednesday he was into the next 24 hours of celebrating his 7 year anniversary since first meeting the woman of his dreams, commonly known as Campbell Soups which would make their formation of their union going back to May 6th 1996 about the time that Martha Stewart joined the board of Revlon Corporation, something the journalist and author Christopher Byron seemed to forget when first penning his comments about Martha Stewarts Multimedia company’s IPO, now a defendant in a rather earth shattering shareholder class action lawsuit but not quite as earth shattering as the irrefutable evidence that will soon form the substance of a complaint that will undoubtedly have “HO Chi Min Davis” at a minimum resigning from office and more than a handful of folks behind bars and of course you can count on being deposed Mr. Sammy Haim since at a minimum you will attest to my “integrity” wouldn’t you agree?

 

Jeffrey Krinsk is right now supposedly on a plane heading back from New York after meeting with some fukukta union leaders who undoubtedly like most of the folks with their heads up their asses don’t have a clue about how bad the current state of affairs really is. But of course those tuned in to my emails and most if not everyone copied in reads every single word of that I have little doubt.

 

So to finish off quickly on Michael’s story about his fastidiousness in carrying out his mandate to a T. Charges were eventually brought against the kid who stole the helmet and he was found guilty and Michael suspects sent to prison because he wouldn’t have been able to afford the fine. The “banned” Baskin kid was subpoenaed to attend the trial but despite him telling the judge that he placed no value on the helmet for obvious reasons his word didn’t count.

 

There was just one other family in our community who I recall as being as outspoken as the Baskin kids and they were the Schmarmans and I have no doubt that I have misspelled this rather courageous family’s last. It turns out that Michael ended up marrying his own sister’s best friend whose brother is Jeremy Schmarman who I understand is one of the most renowned neurologists in the world. The Schmarmans and the Baskins were very close families and when Michael Sagorin met Jeremy Schmarman for the first time some ten years after this “helmet incident” Jeremy apparently said, “So you were the guy…”

 

So you can see how I got my money’s worth and then some bearing always in mind the impact to even good white people with over-rapacious parents or grandparents or with a too busy father or relatives caught up in their own bullshit let alone the importance of having a great mother to guide you.

 

My mother was quite brilliant at organizing things surrounding herself with the very best and brightest including the professionals, lawyers and accountants although what Zena Gevisser never seemed to forget these boys and girls had yet to learn.

 

As we age our command of things tends though to drift and why it is so important to make certain when journeying through life that one makes as certain as one be to surround oneself with truthful friends, that family, blood lines, are as thick as experience, wouldn’t you agree, never ever to make anyone God forbid a co-dependant, wouldn’t you certainly agree?

 

Although, to my knowledge, you have yet to meet my mom let me assure you that she is as presentable today in many respects as when she and I back in the winter-spring of 1979 dined at the home of the president of the Illinois Bar Association, an African American gentleman who happened to live in Gary Indiana after she gave quite speech to more than a handful of attorneys that resulted in my being offered for the second time since I came to the United States on March 17th 1978 a position with a prestigious law firm even though I had no intentions of ever going to Law School.

 

Now of course I have thought on the odd occasion of doing exactly that as a way to pass time but just like I never pass the buck inevitably I choose to shoot my own arrows rather than have an attorney who is subjected to all sorts of conflicts run interference as he-she is constantly at war first with themselves, burdened with not letting their formal education interfere with their learning to mention little about their more visible conflicts of interests including the added weight they carry on their shoulders as they go to war on behalf of clients who they wouldn’t trust with a 100 ft pole.

 

You would have loved to have been a fly on the wall as Doug Royer and I ate fish and chips a week ago today. Few would argue that Seltzer Kaplan blah blah blah are one of the very best white shoe law firms if not in the country certainly the first city north of the Mexican border down by Tijuana.

 

We were though pretty much all the time out in the open walking several blocks that allowed Doug to get in his daily exercise and for me and Pypeetoe to take a leisurely stroll, holding my breath as much as I could due to the traffic congestion in downtown San Diego which I think you would agree is in fact the first city on the map north of Tijuana one of your favorite hang out spots, at least that was something you seemed to infer.

 

When I met with Jeffrey for lunch I was wearing a sweater that had two of Marie’s hand made flies looking like they were coasting around which got a lot of attention although I Barbara Wapnick nor her friends commented, at least not to my face, never to forget those fukukta wine coasters you once gave me. So tell me how the rental of my pewter candelabra is going these days?

 

You should read last weeks column by the Willis brothers who have in my opinion decided to declare full out war on Del Mar’s city officials who have been playing it fast and loose while thinking their shit doest stink handing what amounts to a $5 head tax to those who want to learn the right and safe way how surf each time they go out on a board. Ugh is all I can say although I would like to hear back from the Willis brothers on a number of things I presented in my last email to them and they could also add to some of their answers why they weren’t able to rally support from all the folks on their email who undoubtedly would have attended the city council session. Certainly they could have counted on me to lend support.

 

If you are nothing more than a mouthpiece after the fact you might as well play as Marie would say “possum.”

 

Now my beef with you is not all that different to the things I have described above but what is for certain is that the two of us can no longer live in the same household to mention little once again of the noisy automatic garage door opener you installed without I am all but certain first getting permission from our property manager to mention little of it now interfering with the “quite enjoyment” I am entitled to under the law. And of course I now I am repeating myself. Again I am trying to help reconnect your bad wiring given my “above average” ability to connect the dots, wouldn’t you agree?

 

With that said I believe the best way to resolve matters is for the two of us to meet at our property managers garage where we can air our differences without imposing too much on Greg. Isn’t it quite amazing to think that of all the businesses that have been started out of garages here in Del Mar only Greg has managed to survive and prosper, and so it is fitting wouldn’t you agree that GrubbyGrub, GrubbyGarb, GirlieGarbage and GirlieGarb.com emerge from a spot commonly known around the town as The Tree House with The Cave one of its converted garages, stain label to boot?

 

My thinking is that the most time you would need to shoot the breeze as you go about listing your grievances will be no more than 3 minutes assuming you can hold your tongue along with your breath for all of two and a half minutes sparing any of us of the need to fart to counterbalance your nonsense whereas the most it will take for me to make my case as well as offer an overall remedy is no more than the same 30 seconds and you have my word that I won’t raise my voice although I cannot talk for either Marie or Pypeetoe who might decide to tag along.

 

And of course you will remember your words of how trustworthy an individual I am and just like Judge Hendrix back on October 24th of last year you too would have no reason to doubt neither Marie’s word nor her memory of rather important events.

 

You know by now that Marie recently received an offer from a prospective buyer of her home that meets the minimum she wanted several weeks ago. Copied on this E-mail is Mr. Bill Bonning who you may contact to confirm such an offer. Although I am married to this rather remarkable lady I can only suggest to her what she does with this particular asset which is not the case with any of the websites two now placed in her own name, at least I used her credit card mine somehow disappearing at the right time, wouldn’t you agree although you really don’t have the foggiest clue about my finances do you despite shooting your mouth off to my programmers mother that I was “going broke.”

 

Nor for that matter should you bring up the value to us of your trash which in the event we don’t prevail in taking over the top section of The Tree House will be as much my property as others joining our “chew chew train” as we unravel what I think is quite a smart franchise concept, wouldn’t you agree Mr. “Grab hold of other people’s ideas” [sic].

 

A bidding war is not what I think you can afford although I would engage in such an activity if for no other reason than to increase the sales of my best seller, Manager Minute One. Do you think Howard Stern would have me on his show if I were able to convince Marie to tag along to mention little of the one outfit she designed from the remnants of Danielle’s denim jeans that has her fitting in to jeans looking as good as anyone 13 year old kid.

 

I didn’t take Mr. Krinsk to work out which way to place the straps colored in red, white and blue. Now if you get your shit together before 4pm today, i.e. give Greg notice of you intentions to be out in say 60 days you can come along and maybe with your gifted Middle Eastern-Scottish tongue convince Marie to do one of her most amazing cat walks. Just think about it.

 

Now I kid you not about anything butt nor should I assume that your nephew hasn’t in fact cashed out of the public company he founded as I thought I heard him suggest when we last met at Starbucks and is now cash loaded and of course I would still like to know the symbol of that company that I assume has helped you “tTOo” [sic] make ends meet.

 

After touch rugby this past Sunday morning I went over to Greg to find out what time would work for him this coming week and we tentatively agreed to 10am this past Tuesday but shit happened. By the way I didn’t give Greg enough time to make it over to Marie’s for our wedding reception a week ago yesterday but hopefully he will make it to tonight’s premier event.

 

I will check later with Greg today and see about rescheduling say for next Monday. I am planning lunch with my programmer Adam Tucker and of course I could bring Adam around to Greg’s place to confirm at least what he understood you told his mother about me going broke. And of course if necessary we bring his mother in as well, you will remember that she managed to stay out of your clutches.

 

Please don’t, however, ignore this request to put matters to bed nor for that matter is there a need to go to the mattresses because I will continue to copy in the FBI at this time ever conscious of our tax dollars being put to good use. Now when I travel I have the comfort of knowing that there is additional security around Marie and the kids but of course you know that I believe the best insurance policy for the main event which is the life hereafter is having not only a profound belief in God but doing the right thing with each step we take, with each word we utter, willing to first place our thoughts down on paper otherwise to toss them along with the spent chewing gum into the wastepaper basket and to make amends the instant we make a "faux paul" [sic]. Each to his or her own unless they are negatively impacting those around them, children to be protected at all cost.

 

Now of course you know I cannot end this email on the love note since there is simply no trust let alone respect toward you.

 

My next email to a lady involved with foster care should interest both you and your buddy Mark. Despite the passage of time you no doubt remember the first time how the four of us all got together for my finger-licking home cooked chicken where you went about explaining to Marie and I as you sucked on the strands of chicken as only an oversexed monkey would behave to mention little of my not remembering whether I washed my hands after coming out of the bathroom to mention just in passing why Mark was so late getting back from his stepfather’s liquor store up in Los Angeles and from what I recall he was still being paid by the State of California as a foster parent to administer kids such as that one14 year old girl in a “safe and caring environment”, would you dare to recall any differently as well as to the events that resulted in buddy Mark collecting some $40K on an insurance claim that had “the culprit” taking scissors to his ties and whathaveyou?

 

Your “love hate” setup with Mark who somehow always manages to land back on his feet, his good looks, gift of the gab, insurance claim proceeds to boot, are nothing but fodder, i.e. mincemeat for you too guessed right, Manager Minute One and wouldn’t you also agree that for folks poorly conditioned as kids, repetition is a necessary evil or good, depending one’s perspective?

 

CU

 

Gary