4.	what I think about when I listen to the white album
	"Turn me on, deadman." - The Beatles, "Revolution 9" played backwards. In the old Sherriff's Residence and Jail, on the same block with that courthouse, I once cleaned out and restored a cell in which Charles Manson once, while being transported to trial, got three squares from the Sherrif's wife's own kitchen.  I wonder, did he smile warmly at the kindness?  Or did he just stare blankly, poking a fork at a well- done Salisbury steak, wishing it was the body in the Tate mansion with a fork stuck into the ribs?  I stared at that musty cell; someone had painted it, much later, for some kind of haunted house event, and not knowing it was Manson's cell, scrawled HELTER SKELTER across the back wall in an even hand. it was my job to scrape away that paint, and when I got to the bottom, I had to go back to the top of the next wall and start again. All right now, I was told, HELTER SKELTER needs to go away. History ends when buildings lose theirs.
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