So 2 months later, it all became clear. An invoice in my mailbox addressed to Brandon Maggart at my house on Colina Drive. So THAT’S what it’s all about, THAT’S who’s been sleeping in my bed, THAT’S who’s been in charge of packing up the house, THAT’S why so much is missing! THAT’S the identity
What’s this? The address is changed! Used to be 21342.
Investigation reveals that an address change requires Building and Safety to come in to inspect for code violations. And “my” agent, Melissa Oliver, knew there were some. So she brought him in, and he served notice that there would have to be demolitions made. She…
My tennis court, a few weeks later, horse corrals in the background
The entrance comes down. New people are moving in.
So my main house on 4 acres adjoining Topanga State Park, with a private entrance, (debt free, no mortgage) was sold to Katleman for $1.25 million, and my front guest-house/studio on 1 acre with a koy pond and an ancient California oak for $450 thousand to real estate agent Melissa Oliver’s friend, another real estate…
My studio, where we rehearsed our plays, put together our projects, and where I hope to restart my career as a photographer. Except all of my photo equipment was stolen, and I know who is responsible, because of the knowledge of the hidden cupboard keys. Can I prove it?
Not yet I can’t.
My bar in the billiard room, invoking memorable parties
This was my kitchen
My library, what’s left of it . . . .
Miyuki and I sneak on to my property, thanks to my sweet old neighbors who let me hacksaw the padlock on a small connecting gate through which I used to send Annabel to collect their fresh-laid eggs. At the risk of discovery and arrest, we look around. It’s coming on to rain. There on my…