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More photos that turned up in the batch in the storage unit…these were all negatives that have been processed through a scanner…Let’s see… I have NOT seen any of these in a very long time…just the photos, no comment needed…

TODAY…1.28.2012 – Jean and Ally…

PT/TB

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I think I take too many photographs..Naw…

BONJOURCHEESE’S BLOG Link is to ‘yer left…that’s our son Michael and his amor – Aimee’s current Euro trip…

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Michael in Paris…

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Michael and Aimee…

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Michael, eating breakfast and getting ready to send Dad an email….

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Well, it IS Colorado...

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Yeah,yeah…

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Twilight, off the Roaring Fork


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FF Babe, peeling waders…#1

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FF Babe, peeling waders…#2

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What a smile…

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Not the only one who does…Er, let me make that who did

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Nice Jeep!!!…

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Another “LOOK”…

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Castles section, Frying Pan River…

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Pink on The Frying Pan- 1978…

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Tired, after a day on The Fork…

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Even with her tongue out…she looks good!!!- 1978…

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Who cares about the fish? – 1978…

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Above the Roaring Fork – 1978…

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Aren’t those mountains in the background BEAUTIFUL ? – 1978

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Look at the JEEP and don’t think of Blue Bears

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Frying Pan River – 1978…

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Pensive – 1981

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Frying Pan below Reudi Res. …

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All wet – 1981…

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Fidget with the hands…

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Hot Jeep….

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Even walking away…

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Through the windows on the JEEP…

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A cool one on a hot day…1981…

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Thoughtful…1981…

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PT on The Fork…

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This is what I caught – A nymph!!!

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Jean and her sister Cindy – 1981…

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PT, Frying Pan River, CO, 1978…

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Ready for fly fishing…

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I picked up this “HOTTIE” in a parking lot at the base of Mt. Ajax…

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Sister Act…Rocky Mtn. style…

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Casting on The Roaring Fork…

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Glasses that would fit in today…1981…

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One more by the Urban Assualt Vehicle…

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Re -riggin’ on The Fork…

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Casting into a quiet pool…

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Lookin’ up the Frying Pan…

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Pretty girl sweeping hair back…a lot of really, pretty girls do this…(and, shake their heads at the same time)…

My FAVORITE photo of Jean Marie, Aspen, 1978…


BEFORE THERE WAS GRACE PARK…

 


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…and Ally, Nadia and Michael…a mixed bag before and after…

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A throwback…

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New Orleans…1978

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In Aspen highlands…1981…

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Somewhere on an island…

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Jeepin’ it on the Frying Pan River, CO…

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A special place in the Southern Sierras…

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On a boulder in the Roaring Fork River, CO…

HIGH SCHOOL CONFIDENTIAL…

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In Hawaii…

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On a boat, with a friend, in Mexico, just before I met her…

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More boat…

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After sharing THAT…

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Cooking Pheasants for Thanksgiving…

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Jean, on the beach in Malibu , BBQ Chicken…ummmm – goooood, 1981…

Wading the Frying Pan…1981…

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Ally at 1 ( 1990), hamming it up…

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Jean and Nadia in Bridgeport a long time ago… 1980

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Jeep BABE…Frying Pan River, CO…

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Defiant Asian chick…1978..Owens Valley…

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Michael, Ca/NV border, East Walker River, 1990…

JMH on the Roaring Fork…1978…

Graduation GIRL – U.C.L.A. – 1981…

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More Graduation Day…

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Cover shot…

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Tossed hair look…

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Making Nadia laugh at the Faire…

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Tim And Jean, 1983, Michael very much on the way…

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Jean and Michael on the beach, Santa Barbara, 1988 – (the day I found out Ally was coming)

Same day at the beach…

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Skiing in Mammoth…

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Ally and Michael at Xmas…

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Here’s ALLY!…

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Jean and Kasmir, our first cat…

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Ally, About 1 year old….1990

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“Here, wear this!!!”….1984, Michael

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Ally & Jean Marie…

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All of US…

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With Michael at Griffith Park…

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MOO and Mom at the edge…

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Another cover shot…

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A smaller Michael at Monache Meadows on the South Fork of the Kern River…

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At the crib in Mammoth Mountain…

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Michael and Angelo, freezing on the Owens River, 2003…

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Jean, Ally & Auntie Morgana…

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Jean being ridiculous about FOOD, Malibu Beach, 1981…

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Ally and Jean at Grandma’s house…

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Michael and Ally in the rocks, Hogback Creek, 1999…

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Spinnin’ Ally…

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Taken by the friend who introduced us, at her office on Sunset…1978…

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Lake Tahoe, July 5, 1981…

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Jean and Ally at about 2….1991

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Jean’s favorite photo of Michael – 1989…

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Birthday Bunch…

JMH HOME XMAS -1-XMAS..at home…

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Looking at an old ARK II episode, December, 1987…

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Jean’s “MOMMY LOOK” for a composite, before she had Michael and Ally, 1982…

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Michael, Oggie and Ally…

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Beachy- Malibu, 1981…

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Michael, Fly Rod MASTER, South Fork of the Kern, Monache Meadows, 1988…

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Mom of MOO…on a river…

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Of course Jean was a CHEERLEADER…’73-’74…

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Malibu….

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Nadia and Jean, Bridgeport,CA 1980…

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Jean, commercial shoot, 1984…

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More Malibu…

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Jean, Michael and “Pinky” – Mt. Whitney Fish Hatchery about 1984…

JMH LP CREEK STAN -1-Lone Pine Creek…

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Michael. Hot Creek, 1987…

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Ally and her “BUDDY”, Angelo. 2002

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Beach dining – Malibu , 1981…

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Ally, North Lake, Bishop, 1999…Ally is using a Fly and Bubble Rig…

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Michael and Jean, 1984…

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A hint of skepticism, perhaps???….

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Michael comes home, September 1983…

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Jean, Chinatown Queen, 1977…

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Stylin’ in Aspen…

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Ally, swings Angelo, Owens Valley, 2002…

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Michael and Dad, Mammoth Mountain, 1990…

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With friends at Mammoth Mountain…

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Jean…Mammoth Mountain…

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Jean, cooking at home ( not rice – again!!!)….

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Ally comes home – Michael pleased – 1989…

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With Ally…

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Michael, shooting with his Nikon, Deep Springs Valley, 2002…

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Ally at the Mt. Whitney Fish Hatchery, 1995…

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Michael’s first bath, 1983,,,

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Ally, being a HAM, 1990….

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Michael, chillin’ at the campsite, Monache Meadows, 1987…

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Just a nice head shot…

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Ally and Dad, 1990…

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Jean and Michael at the campsite, Fall, 1987…

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Nadia, attempting to play the piano, 1987…

JMH SANTA BAR -2-Santa Barbara, CA…Ally in the oven…1988…

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Michael and Ally – Who’s Driving??? – 1990…

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Michael and Dad in the Owens Valley, 1986…

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Jean, AUDITIONING for “The Price Is Right”, Xmas, 1988…

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Ally and Angelo, scattering Grandpa’s ashes, Owens Valley, 2000…

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Michael, Jean and Tim, Mammoth Mountain, 1990…

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Same boat,1977…

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Bedtime story, Chimney Peak, 1986…

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Michael with Golden Trout, South Fork of The Kern, Monache Meadows, 1988…

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Jean, at about the time I got out of the service 1970-71…

With Michael and Ally in Santa Barbara, CA…

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Jean, San Francisco, 1988…

MICHAEL WEST WALKER -1-Michael, West Walker River, 2003…

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Studying…

Santa Barbara, CA…1994…

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With Ally at Michael’s wedding…

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JMH ALLY LIL MOO 2 -2-Jean Marie and Ally on the occasion of  our Grandson Miles’ two year Birthday…January 26, 2013…

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Flowers in the Campfire Light – East Fork of the Carson River, 1987…

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Here are some more photos of Jean on our trip to New Orleans with one of my clients – Isaac Hayes…

Jean Marie doing Hawaii 5-0

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Jean in New Orleans…

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In the French Quarter…

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Posing next to…

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Jean giving the photographer a piece of her mind…

 

Just looking good…

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“Let me adjust my glasses!!!”…

 

“Take me home….”

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Humid, sultry look…

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“Wait. I am not READY!!!”…jean-new-orleans-1978-9

After a Hurricane (a drink)…at Pat O’Briens

 

“Your place or mine?”…

 

No comment…

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Before their was The Owens Valley, there was a quonset hut near avenue “D” (Hwy. 138) and 210th Street in the Antelope Valley, Garlock, Randsburg and Red Mountain near Mojave, CA. These were places where we went to go target shooting, hiking and exploring. In January, 1979 Jean and I had moved into a townhouse in the San Fernando Valley near Van Nuys High School. We made several trips up to the Owens Valley in the Fall of 1978.

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The Owens Valley, looking towards The White Mountains…

We looked for arrowheads behind Independence, CA and in the foothills of the lava fields just East of Tinemaha Resovoir, near Big Pine, CA. On our first trip to Aspen, in September, 1978, we passed through Bishop – it was one of the prettiest days that I remember…she also ran her fingers through my hair…Hmmmmm…

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These were taken on a hot day in the Fall of 1978…

Later that Fall, in November, I took Jean and and actress/agent friend of mine and her boy friend hunting for pheasants along the Owens River bottom South of Lone Pine. In those days, the California Department of Fish and Game would plant birds along the River. They did not naturally reproduce there. On our way up to Lone Pine, we stopped at The Homestead Cafe, one of my favorite places to dine on Hwy. 395. It was located where Hwy. 14 and Hwy. 395 join. For many years afterwards, Ally, Michael and myself made a point of stopping there when we visited the High Sierras. The had a steak platter called “The Big Verge” that was a 2lb., 2 inch thick Sirloin that the three of us could not finish off. It is now shuttered and up for sale – lot of memories there!!!

Homestead Cafe , Indian Wells Valley…

The Homestead today…(4.14.2011)

Our daughter, Ally…drives her Dad past the memories…33 years later..(4.14.2011)

On that pheasant hunting trip, we – I mean I – took many birds. I had bought Jean a 20 gage Browning BPS especially for this trip. It was cold and frosty when we arrived at the Owens. I carried a 12 gage Brown BSS and my friends both had high end Italian 12 gage, over and under shotguns. I had no sooner traveled twenty five yards from the vehicle when I jumped the first hen. It was a day like that, I could do no wrong and there were pheasants EVERYWHERE. As Jean was walking, a bird explode from a sage bush right at her feet. I hollered, ” shoot!” and Jean nearly dropped her shotgun…I took the bird out at 30 yards as it made for a Cottonwood stand across the river… with the modified barrel…The other guys were not doing so well either…

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Browning BSS, 12 gauge

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East and North of Manzanar on the way to Shepherd’s Creek, Ally wants a pair of those FRYE Boots…

In fact, Jean kinda’ had a look on her face like the one in the picture above -not pleased!!! The fun part began when we returned to the Mt. Whitney Motel and had to pluck the feathers off the fowl and clean them. I knew how to do this. For Jean and the others it was like, “Where are the porters and gun bearers, don’t THEY do this!!!”The birds were cleaned, frozen and brought back to LA on dry ice. My Mother, back in Carrollton, GA, used to admonish me that if I killed a game animal – I had to eat it (Coot does not taste too good). This has been passed on to my kids…

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Lost somewhere…

Those pheasants were cooked up at Jean’s parent’s house on Thanksgiving day, 1978 in Monterey Park. (and for those of you who wonder- Jean’s Mom is from Burma and her Dad is from Shanghai, China, both are Chinese, and yes, they had an arranged marriage …)

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Cooking the birds…Thanksgiving, 1978…

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Eating the birds, Thanksgiving, 1978…

In December, 1978, Jean and I went hunting in Lone Pine where she shot and killed her first and last Jackrabbit. The hunting license that we spent two days acquiring through a Hunter Safety class, was never used again. She pegged that “bunny” with a Colt .22 HB Officer’s Model Match that had belonged to my Mom…

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Colt .22 HB, Officer’s Model Match…

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Lone Pine Creek, in a hard to get to place…

For Christmas, Jean bought me a Ruger , 6″, single action .38/.357. I put custom, finger groove ,Walnut stocks on that puppy and had Alphonso’s of North Hollywood fashion a custom leather rig for it…( he leathered Nudie’s Metal). I have never parted with that handgun…

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Ruger SA, 6″, .38/.357…





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At Shepherd’s Creek…

I had set up a loading bench in the spare room below our garage at the townhouse and spent a lot of Saturday’s cooking up special loads for my Varmint rifles. In particular, I worked on high velocity, flat loads for a 6mm. Parker Hale that I used for sitting up on hay bales, on a hot spring day, out in the Antelope Valley busting ground squirrels out to 800 meters. That whole area is now a subdivision and it is something one can no longer do – out there…

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Along Lone Pine Creek…

This same place was where we used to Dove hunt in the Fall and later on hunt Ducks and Quail . It was about a 45 minute drive from where we lived in LA. Jean would generally accompany me, but did not hunt…

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More LP Creek…

On those weekends that we were in town, we could usually be found at this INSANE place in Malibu, on Friday or Saturday nights, called The Crazy Horse Saloon, built in the 1920’s and once owned by Neil Young. It was located across from the Malibu Pier and was loaded with revelers. From the San Fernando Valley, we would drive on the 101 Freeway to Malibu Canyon Road. We would get there around nine and close the joint . Between the Jack Daniels and trips to the restrooms (Peruvian Marching Powder), the dancing (yes, they overplayed that D–O music that our kids laugh at today – think Chic, Taste of Honey – repped. those girls) …the drive back home would get REAL interesting. Most of our clothes went flying into the back seat and it was even more difficult to focus on the road. The truckers on the 101 must have had a field day at 2 AM…We did at 3 am

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The Crazy Horse Saloon replaced the above Cafe in the late 70’s…

The Bar…

What it is now called and how it looks these days…

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Love the pout…

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Again…

On one of those trips over the hill, there was an incident that happened between Jean and myself that should have raised a BIG RED FLAG in my head. But, in those days… I would not/could not recognize a red flag if it was waved in my face or beat on the head with it … ( more on this when I recover…) both of us were then, stumbling toward the 80’s…

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Lone Pine Creek…

Jean was still working as an actress and I was piling up musicians, actors, actresses and corporate accounts as a Sunset Strip publicist. Those were heady days, much clubbing, concerts and parties. Jean even worked as an intern at my office while she was going to UCLA.

One of my best bud’s (and client) was “Willy”, Wilhelmina. Going to her offices here in LA and in New York was like visiting a candy store for beautiful (vacuous) people… She is someone I will always remember…she was a cut above anyone I have ever worked with... a good friend and a true LADY…

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Jean – Moving…

This was an exceptionally exciting time. And, don’t let me forget to mention, that I went through all of it…with a drink in my hand…and a straw in my pocket…

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Jean blinking…

My job, in a nutshell – in those days – was to take one – dimensional people and companies and make them interesting. So, that (YOU) the public, would buy their records, go to their concerts, watch their television shows, see their movies or buy their products. Yikes…I like going Fly Fishing with my kids and Tying Flies a lot better…

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I had been with Jean Marie for about 5 months when we decided to take a one week vacation to Aspen, Colorado in September, 1978. She had never been fly fishing. She had, however, taken trips with me to Palm Springs, Santa Barbara, Las Vegas and Lake Tahoe. Most of those trips required my presence because of the clients I worked with. We were not living together at this point, both of us had different residences, Jean lived on Olympic near La Cienega and I lived just off La Cienega near Burton Way in Los Angeles

I had just changed PR firms at this point and wanted to spend some time with the fish before I burrowed myself back into the insanity of the Music Business. We left LA on a clear and hot Friday afternoon, driving straight through Bishop ( the freshly mowed alfalfa smelled wonderful ) to Ely, Nevada – arriving at 3 AM where we spent a few hours in the most less than rustic motel that I have ever been in (It didn’t matter). We continued on, early the next morning, towards Green River, Utah. Just outside that speed trap, I was pulled over by a cigar chomping constable and fined for the same. He had me follow him into that oil spot, leading me to the local Justice of The Peace where I could immediately pay my fine (in cash) of course.As we stepped into the JP’s office, his wife came in and stated that her hubby wasn’t in but that I COULD make payment directly to her. She opened a roll top desk and wads of greenbacks spilled out of the desk and dumped onto the floor (retirement funds, no doubt). I paid my fine and eased out of town. For many years afterwards, I made a point of depositing bodily fluids whenever I crossed the state line into or out of that desert domain. It felt GOOD!

We continued on through Grand Junction and Glenwood Springs arriving in Aspen early on Saturday evening. We stayed with Stefan and Stascha Kaelin. They owned Kaelin Swiss Sports in Aspen and were great hosts.

Jean in front of the Kaelin house, September, 1978

The next morning, I stopped by Chuck Fothergill’s to pick up some gear – where my friend George Odier commented on my recent acquisition. Then, it was on to the Roaring Fork. We parked, ate some lunch and rigged up at Woody Creek Bridge.

Jean caught her first Rainbow down there, September, 1978

We used Rat Faced McDougals and Adams dry fly patterns. I wanted Jean to experience the thrill of seeing a big fish grab a surface fly. She had some inital problems getting her casting stroke down. However, by the end of the day, she a hooked and released a number of excellent fish.

Jean, laying out a cast, Roaring Fork River, Sept., 1978

We fished together for the next several days on the Fork and on the Frying Pan. Her angling skills increased with each outing and she got into several nice fish at this spot on the ” Pan”.

That obstruction in the center of the flow holds good fish in front, both sides and in the slow water behind the rock. I hooked a really big fish on the near side in ’75 that broke me off when it dove under the rock.

Jean takes a break, Aspen, Sept., 1978 ( band aid from fly wound – see below)

Most of our evenings were spent clubbing in Aspen which was a great place to pursue that activity. Also,the restaurants were great and less expensive in those days.

The Frying Pan, Sept., 1978

” No, you don’t UNDERSTAND – I WANT those sunglasses”

Jean rigs up on the Roaring Fork

On the fourth day, Jean was fishing a stretch of the “Pan” below me when I heard her let out a scream. She had hooked herself in the finger with a # 14 Adams. As I made my way out of the water to the road side, I saw a Game Warden approaching Jean. He asked her for her license ( yeah) and she proffered that she couldn’t reach it in her back pocket with the fly stuck in her finger. He offered to help ( how convenient) but noticed me approaching and demurred. That effectively stopped the day’s fishing. She wouldn’t let me push it through, crush the barb and pull it back out. We finally did that and looped a section of tippet material in the bend when we got back to Stefan’s. I paid for that – later that night (no comment).

PT on the “Pan”, Sept., 1978

Jean coming off the Roaring Fork, Sept., 1978 and…

Getting prepped for a night out in one or two of Aspen’s many restaurants and clubs to be followed by ….

Nymphet on a rock, Roaring Fork River, Sept., 1978

I had a client who called me and was becoming OBNOXIOUS and all kinda’ clingy so it was necessary for us to head back to Los Angeles. We spent a last night in Aspen with the Kaelin’s and headed out for Grand Junction the next morning. We spent a final (great) night in a small motel outside of Salina, Utah and arrived back in SMOGVILLE the next afternoon…

Jean said, ” I wanna’ come back to Aspen….and, will hold this position until I do….

We came back…( and she held several other unique positions before that happened)….

But, that is – another story…..

NEXT: Sleuthing the Owens Valley and the East Walker River with Jean

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The first time I remember seeing Jean Marie Hon was in the Fall of 1976. I was watching a Saturday morning television show with my first daughter Nadia, in the den. I saw THIS girl with two other actors and a chimp. It was the girl that stuck in my mind. Hmmmm….

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JMH…on the set of ARK II…

About a month later, I had organized a party for Don Kirshner which was to follow the 1976 ROCK AWARDS – also a PR client. At the event, I was standing at the entrance when this girl walks in with the star of “BJ and the Bear”…Hmmmmm…

A friend of mine in early 1978 headed a Management Company which was located just down the hall from our offices. After having lunch together, she invited me back to her office to show me “something”. I waited in her office while she retrieved the “something” from a back room. In moments she returned and threw a composite on her desk. She exclaimed, ” this girl is too good for you!” Hmmmmmmmm…..

A week later, she invited me to a birthday party which she had arranged for a “friend” at her place on March 21, 1978.

THE FRIEND

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September, 1978 New Orleans – a trip with Jean Marie, Isaac Hayes & me for the Ali/Spinks bout…

From the time we met, over the next three years, we were inseparable. I suppose it happens that at some time in our lives, if you are like me, a person comes into your life that has the opening/appendage for the umbilical cord that we thusly attach to them – unconsciously. Today, I realize I came to that place not with luggage but with cargo containers. We attract what we are, water seeks its’ own level or we find some one who reminds us of one or the other of our parents and we try to change them ( so we won’t have that same chaotic, original experience)

But, I didn’t know ANY of this then.

A ROAD LESS TRAVELED…

I had just found my best friend, a partner, the Mother of our two children – Michael and Ally, a fly fishing buddy and part of my story…

Aspen, CO…on the Frying Pan River…

Michael, Jean Marie and Ally…

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