Conspiracy

The aircraft accident depicted on the front cover of this book is considered the worst air disaster in the history of Sky Harbor Airport in Phoenix, Arizona. It is also an autobiography from when I grew up in New York City and moved to Glendale, California to today. I joined a judo school, Seinan Judo Dojo and after four years of intense training, I received my First Degree Black Belt. After finishing high school, I joined the Marine Corps and received an assignment with Naval Intelligence in Karamursel, Turkey. While traveling to Turkey by ship, we stopped in Spain, Italy, Libya, Greece and then Turkey. After returning to the U.S., I reported to Camp Lejeune, Jacksonville, North Carolina. I was immediately drafted into the Camp Lejeune Judo Team and traveled to Quantico, Virginia for the All-Marine Corps Judo Championships. I placed second in my weight class after two days of fighting. I was asked to be a member of the Marine Corps five-man team that was sent to San Jose, California to attend the United States Judo Championships in San Jose, California. After two days fighting, I reached the Semi-Finals before being eliminated by an old friend from Los Angeles. After returning to Camp Lejeune, I read an article about me in the local Marine Corps Gazette which stated how I outlasted every member of the Marine Corps team and reached the Semi-Finals placing me eighth in the nation. A week later I entered a local Judo Tournament and won the championship and outstanding Judo award for the tournament. I was also promoted to 2nd Degree Black Belt. After my discharge from the Marine Corps, I returned home to Los Angeles, California and was employed by the Pacific Telephone Company in Beverly Hills, California. After about a year and a half, I joined the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department. I served as a jailer in the County Jail located downtown Los Angeles until an opening occurred at Montrose Sub Station. I worked there as a Patrol Deputy until I was involved in the Watts Riots. I then decided to change my vocation and took up flying an airplane. I flight instructed for four years and went to work for the Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) as an Air Traffic Controller (ATC) in the Santa Monica Tower. After nine months I quit and returned to the same flight school, I left to become an ATC Controller. I went to British Honduras on contract with Jacque Cousteau aboard his ship the Calypso. I flew a Helicopter, to The Blue Hole in Belize, British Honduras. I spent two weeks, flying a helicopter filming a television show for the Cousteau Saciety. The FAA asked me to come to work for them as an Aviation Safety Inspector in Fresno, California. I worked my way up to being a specialist in the FAA Regional Headquarters. An FAA Air Traffic Controller made a grave error which killed my brother and his son-in-law. My brother's daughter, Judy, sued the FAA and the Federal Judge found the FAA one hundred percent at fault and awarded Judy one million dollars. The FAA blamed me for this law suit and began their vendetta against me which was so severe I had to retire early for fear they would fabricate evidence to fire me. I did some investigating for Dr. Hal Price regarding a possible sabotage of his Sabreliner. I confirmed his suspicions and started flying with him giving him instruction in the operation of his airplane. After landing back at Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport, we encountered loss of normal and emergency braking because the brake pedals were frozen in the full up position and were inoperable. We traveled to the end of the runway, broke through a chain link fence, crossed 24th street, through a six-foot concrete block wall, and struck two light standards and came to a stop. There were eight people on board the airplane and we all got off without a scratch. After counting that everyone was present, we ran and when we got about a hundred feet from the airplane, it blewup, bursting into flames.