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I was racking my brain thinking you were drinking to much charnamrit. Who the hell is Winters? And why such big caps bold and typeface. Then it hit me. OMG! I haven't thought of him in near 40 years. For the uninformed: Mr. Winters was a local Medicaid patient / homeless shelter type, former alcoholic with four or five teeth. He was one of the top devotee of the Living Lord. (friends with the lady who twirled her head and eyes -- Jann.) His "Shri" on the BOLE SHRIEs were full of spit. He screamed and yelled that the Lord was Here to all in town. He was beloved because he was just a head over heels NUTSO devotee and there's nothing you could do about it. Maharaji would talk to him. I think he might have had been missin a few fingers so his palms folded Ness was a sight as well. He should have been the sign that this thing is just for the birds, but. . . he was just part of the fabric of devotion. For instance, in Miami Beach, at events at the Miami Beach Convention Center, he'd be there just BLISS THE FCUK OUT at the Fountainebleu lobby in the middle of August, Steaming outside, freezing inside. What a guy. Must have lived on Oatmeal and sucking on left over Millennium bars from 1973 Hans Jyanti. You could see him from a mile away. Long unkempt grey hair, needed a shave and haircut all the time. Wore colorful or white high socks with big clown feet sneakers; dressed like a complete nut case or a wide tie and second hand store suit jacket He laughed and laughed. When he said "Maharaji" with his few teeth, it was very spiteful as well -- not spiteful. Thanks for jogging my brain, E. Say, can you tell TED Farkel that we'd really like a tweet out or something. His is three feet under or something or perhaps on a six month samadhi staycation. Haven't heard a peep from him in a spell. Thanks
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