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True Story
Oct. 21st, 2004 01:46 pmYears before he met me, Russell predicted that he would meet a man in Baltimore who was from Jacksonville, Florida with red hair. This was accompanied by an impression of a curved road with vertical structures by the curb -- like telephone poles, perhaps -- and a large structure overlooking it -- like a water tower, he would say.
He had this impression as he was on a train to his visit his parents in Daytona Beach, Florida. The train had stopped at Jacksonville, and Russell had walked out onto the platform to stretch his legs. "The man I'm going to meet lives in Jacksonville, has red hair and I'll meet him in Baltimore," he said to himself.
After we met, Russell described this to me and even drew pictures of the image he had seen, but I could never figure out where it might be.
A few years later, we were in Jacksonville and I was driving him around Riverside, the area of town where I lived after I got my own apartment. We were driving past Memorial Park when he told me to park the car.
We walked through the park, and found a vantage point that matched the pictures he had drawn. The park has a wide circular walk that is wide enough that police cars drive along it when they patrol. Along the walk, there are light posts at regular intervals. Overlooking the park is a large building.
Ironically, this is the park where I would cruise for sex, along with lots of other men. Afterwards, whenever Russell shared this story, I would tell them that his prophecy was, "the man I'm going to meet lives in Jacksonville, has red hair and I'll meet him in Baltimore. And he's a slut!" :-)
He had this impression as he was on a train to his visit his parents in Daytona Beach, Florida. The train had stopped at Jacksonville, and Russell had walked out onto the platform to stretch his legs. "The man I'm going to meet lives in Jacksonville, has red hair and I'll meet him in Baltimore," he said to himself.
After we met, Russell described this to me and even drew pictures of the image he had seen, but I could never figure out where it might be.
A few years later, we were in Jacksonville and I was driving him around Riverside, the area of town where I lived after I got my own apartment. We were driving past Memorial Park when he told me to park the car.
We walked through the park, and found a vantage point that matched the pictures he had drawn. The park has a wide circular walk that is wide enough that police cars drive along it when they patrol. Along the walk, there are light posts at regular intervals. Overlooking the park is a large building.
Ironically, this is the park where I would cruise for sex, along with lots of other men. Afterwards, whenever Russell shared this story, I would tell them that his prophecy was, "the man I'm going to meet lives in Jacksonville, has red hair and I'll meet him in Baltimore. And he's a slut!" :-)
