I used to kick Squeaky Fromme out of the gun shop I managed, The Olde Sacramento Armoury, on a weekly basis, including the morning of the day she took the pot shot at President Ford. . .
That’s an amazing story. Why did you kick her out? What was she doing?
Now that’s a story. Wow.
One time in high school I was with my girlfriends on the way back from the beach, in topanga canyon looking at things in a hippie style shop. I had already read Bugliosi’s book a couple years earlier. I needed to use the restroom, and they pointed me to a little wooden hut across the alley from the old shop. I went in there, shut the door, and got a fright: on the back of the wooden door was painted in old, peeling, brownish red paint “Helter Skelter,” with some of the letters leaving drip marks beneath them. Knowing the Manson family spent a lot of time in Topanga Canyon, and seeing how old and peeling the paint was, it could have been one of them who painted it.