
There is a saying "don't speak ill of the dead". Or what? At this point I don't think my karma can get any worse. Bill Nelson-Manson Family stalker, convicted child molester/sex offender. And my mentor.
I think if he was still alive today, he would crap his pants over my recent stuff. He made a lot of trouble for Tex. Exposing Tex's family for their MediCal fraud. Susan and James didn't speak to kindly of him.
I don't think Patty or Debra Tate cared for him much either. It has been written Colonel Tate didn't like him.
Mrs. Tate liked him- at first. Bruce, Leslie, Bobby and Katie lived in fear of him.
In typical Nelson fashion, he made more enemies than friends. I never got to speak with him before he passed. So by request-the Bash Bill Nelson post. Feel free to comment and tell us your own stories. (ahem Beauders)
My favorite Bill story is- He was telling his tale in typical Bill Nelson fashion, no names but enough clues to figure out who he was talking about. He mentioned meeting with a "famous female", which could only be Dee Dee Lansbury or Deanna Martin (but I could be wrong). He went to "her" house for lunch and to discuss Charlie and The Family. He chit chats with her being ever the perv, asks about Charlie's lovemaking. Then he asks her why she stopped chillin' with the Family. She replied that one night there was a BIG orgy. Everyone was participating, even her. She was digging it until, she saw Charlie touch one of Dennis Rices kids inappropriately. We all know Dennis and his kids came AFTER the murders when Charlie was already in jail.
Photo "lifted" from ColScott :)









This is our very own Grump From Pahrump at the Shoshone Caves. This is the comment he provided with the photo, "Me exploring one of the Shoshone caves, where Paul, Brooks etc lived. This one is a 3 room one!". ------------------------ From Little Paul's Book: The hillsides around Shoshone are riddled with man made caves, dug originally by itinerant miners, prospectors, and other vagabonds, who, over the years, found the town a convenient oasis in the scorching lowlands of the Amargosa Valley. Shoshone was also a water stop on the railroad line and for a time the site of a thriving hobo jungle which centered in and around the tufa caves. Crockett and Poston were broke and living in one of those caves when I arrived on October 9. Don Ward had told them (as he did me) not to leave Shoshone, that the Barker Ranch was about to be busted.






