what happend to richard spencer

[big bob]

the last time i heard anything about him .he was working at the pool hall in flagler back in the 1970s and he was married to linda spencer and had 5 children and lived in sibert colorado before living in flagler anyone knows about his whereabouts please let me know . a friend

[Dogmeat]

Someone left someone, and Richard then married Patricia (McCaffrey) Specht. Still living in Colorado as far as I know.

[Interested]

What ever happened with the Charley Nordquist business in Kit Carson? Went through town and was shocked to see no convience store there.Someone shut him down or buy him out?????

[Flaglerite]

Dogmeat wrote:

Someone left someone, and Richard then married Patricia (McCaffrey) Specht. Still living in Colorado as far as I know.

Lives in Seibert Co, delivers papers for Mile Saver Shopper weekly

[justme]

Interested wrote:

What ever happened with the Charley Nordquist business in Kit Carson? Went through town and was shocked to see no convience store there.Someone shut him down or buy him out?????

The bank closed him down. I believe he and Karen are still out at the farm, but all thier kids have moved away (which is how it should be, where is there for them to do in Kit Carson, anyway??).

[flayyer]

Half-drunk, in a half-decent mood though his ears are ringing worse than usual, Freddie contemplates a shower. It's not a big decision, he manages to shower at least 5 times a week, but there are times when it takes some working up to. There are times in Freddie's life when anything harder than farting takes some working up to. More times than he'd want you to know about, though you couldn't miss it.

Earlier this night Freddie spent 43 minutes in the supermarket -- making simple decisions like what to buy to put on a sandwich can be difficult when his ears ring like that -- but this time he got away with spending only $2.63, on two jalapenos, an onion and a small package of crumbled feta cheese. The hardest part was deciding between the feta cheese and the bleu: they were the same amount for the same price but buying both would cost twice as much. Of the 43 minutes in the supermarket picking cheese took 27.

Earlier still, before getting to deciding what ingredients he
wanted for his sandwich, he'd spent 20-odd minutes in two other stores choosing a wine to wash it down with: eventually he decided to get the Rhine Wine that was on sale at $9.49 for a 3-liter jug. That took less than half a hour, this time.

There are some stores that won't let Freddie in anymore. The people that work in these stores get tired of watching him, wondering what he's up to or what he'll do next, and he never spends enough money to justify all the surveillance. Trusting somebody who's obviously mental to eventually decide on and pay for a purchase goes against the grain around here. It's not like he ever steals, breaks or ruins anything, nobody with an evil intent would draw that much attention to himself, but still. In their minds Freddie clearly bears watching, and watching Freddie is tiring.

Being Freddie is tiring too. This is why he drinks, why drinking is a big pleasure for him: he gets tired of watching himself watch other people watch him take 27 minutes to choose a $1.79 package of crumbled cheese, for example, on top of the trouble he always has doing much of
anything even when nobody's there to look. He's careful not to drink so much that it makes him sick, costs too much or gets him in trouble, careful to stay on the low side of Heavy Drinking, but he's not about to give it up either. There has to be a time in everybody's life when you don't care what you think other people must be thinking about you.