When I was in my early 20s, I was trying very hard to become a published author. I was writing a sort of “Roots” pertaining to how my family came to the U.S. from Portugal.
Since I practically couldn’t get any 1 to talk to me or help me in publishing, I somehow veered and got a job working for the East Hampton Independent as a writer.
I was sent to cover the East Hampton Village Board meetings where I went in very much like wrecking ball. I was STUNNED they were telling a restaurant in the village that they had to change their awning because it was yellow. I could not be hearing that right so I basically started calling them fascists.
I’m thinking these guys are going to kill me but no, they were all very nice.
I remember Larry Cantwell was particularly congenial. When I started this project, I found out that he had become East Hampton Town Supervisor. I could not understand why these big wigs were so nice to me when I was usually mistreated and I am terribly disruptive.
The Mayor was Paul Rickenbach back when I was giving the Village Board a bit of a hard time. He is somehow coming through to me telling me that he is a part of this. He’s been going along with the luciferians to turn it around and I can clearly see that the same is true of Larry Cantrell.
“Yes and there are many more.”
