2008 Robert Stone Interview

[Scott Kaiser]

And I'll like to add that your web-sites are getting prettier and prettier every time I stop by to visit, now you have all this sparkly stuff all over it.

"Sparkly"? Which site do you mean, Scott?

I just clicked on the first site, this one "JFK VIDEO/AUDIO ARCHIVE"...

[David Von Pein]

Boy are you in for a real shocker!

Yeah, I'll bet.

Just like Bob Groden, in his next book, is going to finally "solve" the case by showing us JFK's brain AND by showing us proof that Oswald and a TSBD female employee were together on the 2nd floor of the Depository when JFK was being shot. Can't wait for that. (Great job by the patsy-framers there, huh?)

But before publishing your book, maybe you should read some of the very interesting posts that have been made recently at John McAdams' forum regarding "Look-alikes":

http://groups.google.com/group/alt.assassination.jfk/browse_thread/thread/4e420234edcbfa73

[Quoting Dave Reitzes:]

"This is a true story. It was related to me by a married couple I’ve

known for many years. They told it to me some years ago, soon after it

happened, and affirmed the essential details again recently. I’ll call

them Mary and Joe.

Mary was being honored at a dinner by a civic organization for which she

worked. Joe was there. Their son, who I will call Josh, had expressed

interest in going, but he was attending college out of state and

couldn’t make it.

At one point while Mary was preoccupied, Joe looked around the room and

was surprised to see Josh there, holding a small dog. Joe went over and

greeted him by name, but Josh only stared back blankly. It wasn’t Josh.

But even as they began talking, Joe, Josh’s own father, wasn’t 100%

sure whether it was him or not. The young man even talked like Josh. He

did seem to have a slightly heavier build, and the little dog was

unfamiliar, but Joe found the similarity unbelievable.

Mary walked over. She had seen Joe and the young man conversing and she,

too, thought the young man was her son. When she found out he wasn’t,

she wasn’t completely convinced. In fact, she wondered whether her son

and her husband were playing a joke on her.

Once she had become (mostly) convinced, she took out a wallet photo of

Josh to show the young man. He agreed that there was a resemblance, but

said, “If you think I look like him, you should see my brother!” At

which point he took out a wallet photo of his brother, who also appeared

identical to Josh. Mary says she walked away from the encounter in

disbelief that she couldn’t tell a stranger from her own son.

This happened quite some time ago, but Mary and Joe still tell the story.

“It was like a Twilight Zone moment,” Joe says.

Food for thought." -- David Reitzes; Mar. 1, 2012

Edited March 11, 2012 by David Von Pein

[David Von Pein]

I'll repeat this question for Scott (because a picture of two people taken in Miami is not exactly "physical evidence" in the murder of JFK):

"Have you got any physical evidence that doesn't point directly to Lee H. Oswald? That's what I want to see." -- DVP

[Scott Kaiser]

Boy are you in for a real shocker!

Yeah, I'll bet.

Just like Bob Groden, in his next book, is going to finally "solve" the case by showing us JFK's brain AND by showing us proof that Oswald and a TSBD female employee were together on the 2nd floor of the Depository when JFK was being shot. Can't wait for that. (Great job by the patsy-framers there, huh?)

But before publishing your book, maybe you should read some of the very interesting posts that have been made recently at John McAdams' forum regarding "Look-alikes":

http://groups.google.com/group/alt.assassination.jfk/browse_thread/thread/4e420234edcbfa73

[Quoting Dave Reitzes:]

"This is a true story. It was related to me by a married couple I’ve

known for many years. They told it to me some years ago, soon after it

happened, and affirmed the essential details again recently. I’ll call

them Mary and Joe.

Mary was being honored at a dinner by a civic organization for which she

worked. Joe was there. Their son, who I will call Josh, had expressed

interest in going, but he was attending college out of state and

couldn’t make it.

At one point while Mary was preoccupied, Joe looked around the room and

was surprised to see Josh there, holding a small dog. Joe went over and

greeted him by name, but Josh only stared back blankly. It wasn’t Josh.

But even as they began talking, Joe, Josh’s own father, wasn’t 100%

sure whether it was him or not. The young man even talked like Josh. He

did seem to have a slightly heavier build, and the little dog was

unfamiliar, but Joe found the similarity unbelievable.

Mary walked over. She had seen Joe and the young man conversing and she,

too, thought the young man was her son. When she found out he wasn’t,

she wasn’t completely convinced. In fact, she wondered whether her son

and her husband were playing a joke on her.

Once she had become (mostly) convinced, she took out a wallet photo of

Josh to show the young man. He agreed that there was a resemblance, but

said, “If you think I look like him, you should see my brother!” At

which point he took out a wallet photo of his brother, who also appeared

identical to Josh. Mary says she walked away from the encounter in

disbelief that she couldn’t tell a stranger from her own son.

This happened quite some time ago, but Mary and Joe still tell the story.

“It was like a Twilight Zone moment,” Joe says.

Food for thought." -- David Reitzes; Mar. 1, 2012

This is a very touching story: I've got one too! Its called, "The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat"

Dr P. was a musician of distinction, well-known for many years as a singer, and then, at the local School of Music, as a teacher. It was here, in relation to his students, that certain strange problems were first observed. Sometimes a student would present himself, and Dr P. would not recognize him; or, specifically, would not recognize his face. The moment the student spoke, he would be recognized by his voice. Such incidents multiplied, causing embarrassment, perplexity, fear—and, sometimes, comedy. For not only did Dr P. increasingly fail to see faces, but he saw faces when there were no faces to see: genially, Magoo-like, when in the street he might pat the heads of water hydrants and parking meters, taking these to be the heads of children; he would amiably address carved knobs on the furniture and be astounded when they did not reply. At first these odd mistakes were laughed off as jokes, not least by Dr P. himself. Had he not always had a quirky sense of humor and been given to Zen-like paradoxes and jests? His musical powers were as dazzling as ever; he did not feel ill—he had never felt better; and the

mistakes were so ludicrous—and so ingenious—that they could hardly be serious or betoken anything serious.

The notion of there being ‘something the matter’ did not emerge until some three years later, when diabetes developed. Well aware that diabetes could affect his eyes, Dr P. consulted an ophthalmologist, who took a careful history and examined his eyes closely. ‘There’s nothing the matter with your eyes,’ the doctor concluded. ‘But there is trouble with the visual parts of your brain. You don’t need my help, you must see a neurologist.’ And so, as a result of this referral, Dr P. came to me. It was obvious within a few seconds of meeting him that there was no trace of dementia in the ordinary sense. He was a man of great cultivation and charm who talked well and fluently, with imagination and humor. I couldn’t think why he had been referred to our clinic.

http://www.arvindguptatoys.com/arvindgupta/wife-hat.pdf

Edited March 11, 2012 by Scott Kaiser