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Column nr. 12, 2012  

The Real Alamo March 6th 1836

IT WAS NEVER ANY FUN WATCHING THE OLD ten inch black and white Television with my Grand Father William James Fallon in the early 1950s, he lived to be 106! If the show was about Wyatt Earp, Ok Corral, Alamo or any so called factual American cowboy and Indian kind of history show? Grand Dad would turn off the TV and carefully explain to me, "Danny Boy your ancestor so and so was at that shoot out he told your Great Gand father who told me and now sonny Boy I’m telling the real story! One rainy 1950 San Francisco afternoon the real story of the Alamo was being told by some Historian with a big emphasis on Davy Crockett, Jim Bowie, and the great Mexican President/General Santa Anna. One of my Great uncles a Fly fisher/ Soldier/ Cowboy/Adventurer had been living the good life with Santa Anna’s General’s hunting and fishing. While on his way back through what is now Texas back to the United States he ran across Davy Crockett and his 12 men heading for the Mission under siege, The Alamo. They became friends and briefly he was witness to the last moments before the Alamo was over run and all but a few of the 183 defenders were killed. http://www.thealamo.org/

"Davy Crockett, King Of The Wild Frontier! Great to meet you Sir! Been reading all about your Bear wrestling and such. Mind if I ride along to the old mission with you. I been hunting and fishing with those crazy Mexican’s for last three months!"

"You out here in this wild ass country by your self young man? You must have many stories to keep us entertained, come on and ride up front with me. You heard we got us a fight coming with your Mexican Boys! That is why we are on the trail today. You are going into a serious shoot out young hunter fly fisher. Is that some kind of Manzanita fly pole you got there?"

"Yep, love to fool fish, any kind of fish. If we cross that river near the mission maybe throw a bug or two my Bear Hunter friend? You really wrestle any Bears Davy?"

"Hell yes, that or become Dinner Son!"

Jim Bowie"Listen Kid, what’s your name O’Fallon? We going to run into a real ornery Pole Cat named Bowie, A Mr. James Bowie. He is a known knife fighter and drinks like ten horses. Better give him plenty of elbow room . Now, I hear your Pal Santa Ana has around 2,000 thousand or so Boys ready to over run this here Alamo and take Texas once and for all into Mexican ownership! Many of us old war Dogs are against this. Sam Houston is sending men as is other patriots. But, Son, this could be nasty I reckon. You ever killed anyone Kid?"

"Had no choice. My family all Cowboy/Hunter/Shooters. Learned the ropes early roaming around one adventure to another since I left Ireland. Been trying to get way up North. I don’t want anyone else’s headaches or fights. But, Davy guess I’ll tag along see what happens. How many fighters on our side again?"

"Roughly, very roughly 200 I think?"

"I see we are near that creek just above the bluff, you and me sneak up and throw some of your flies, and maybe get lunch before we get near the old mission O’Fallon. Going north you say?"

"Yep, plenty wild west out at the edge of the west I reckon. Look their rising near that bush by the small rock where that ripple seam is, see em Davy?"

"Got em, nice big trout. Lets take all we can and make lunch right now Irishmen!"

The 13 men spent the rest of the day in the saddle arriving just in time for the ongoing party with the 180 or so who were alerted around mid night the Mexican’s were close and plentiful! Santa Anna sent out several small parties who attacked the fort/mission in classic military style seeking weak points and estimating numbers in the Alamo. The ongoing party did not cease until Jim Bowie passed out drunk and the others spent would be awakened at 6am when the final assault was underway. 2000 Mexican’s led by Santa Anna killed almost all 183 defenders other the woman, kids, and Davy Crockett who attempted to negotiate his release and was cut to pieces by Santa Ann’s personal guards. My ancestor James O’Fallon was never found in the aftermath? He may have been taken prisoner or was killed in the carnage. To this day, the truth is unknown...


"O’Fallon when we get to the old mission I’ll see to it your given your own space to get those long rifles your carrying in firing shape! You some kind of Buffalo long shooter kind a fella?"

"That may be true. These sharps Buffalo guns are good out to 6, 700 hundred yards. A fair distance, yes Sir. People little harder to hit. They weigh a lot. Need a helper reloading this 2nd gun in a real shoot out like the one your expecting Davy."

"Listen to that old fiddle a playing, hell the fort is lit like a Christmas tree. The last waltz O’Fallon?"

"I counted over two hundred small camp fires on the way here! The Mexican’s are here in mass! Look how they aren’t hiding at all. Complete contempt for the little fort, I smell trouble. Devil is a busy man, but! He will find time for you, yes he will..."

It was over in the morning in ninety minutes. Sabers were used on survivors , only the cook and woman and kids were allowed to live and tell the tale. 2000 against 183.


Written by Dan Fallon 2012
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© Phil Frank 2002

Illustrated By Phil Frank,
San Francisco Chronicle Cartoonist, creator of "Farley"

  Rocking The Rock

  Two hour’s of sweet low slow old school San Francisco early 60s style hard driven Harmonica Blues have been going down at Molly’s Blues joint hosted by Bad ass Blues legend Buddy Guy..... Justice Quill has been digging deep and putting it down thick and honey smelling going from the classic, "Midnight Train" into , "I Smell Trouble " and finishing with ten minutes of, "Mustang Sally". General Quill’s man Drake who has cared for the old General for many years and watches his back at events like this, throws him a sign and its back in the yellow killer Lamborgine waiting in the alley.... Black Messiah has lost the fucking FOOTBALL! Ultra super secret stainless steel encrypted case all Presidents carry that has the latest Nuclear Launch Codes, so the Pres can push that nasty ass Armageddon Button any old time he likes! Lost it, can’t find it and Quill and his boys are on the hunt......

Broadway Alcatraz"Drake, man I got put gas in this fucking thing agin Dude? Goes like a mother fucker though don’t it Drake? Fucking Football lost man, Drake call General Parker again, he thinks the Indian activists have the Launch Codes! Love that theory. Has Keith called yet? Man, the Stones with Bill Wyman and Mick Taylor slaughtered London last nite, I know it feel it!!!!! Taylor owns the lead guitar man. Drake better put either the Italian Goddess or Sugar Tit’s on hold till I find the shiny case. If Sharon Stone calls hand her to me. Ok, lets get my staff on how Peltier has been treated since his time in new prison? I wanna run down on the beating he took and what happened to the fists and feet that did it? Also my Bamboo fly Rods are back in Raven’s Haven with me Cat Timba, hey get Timba on the line, gotta hear his little meow one time."

"Got you covered, Stones killed them! Keith want’s you and your Harp on the west coast run, especially the mother fucking Fillmore West gig they plan!!! Sugar Tit’s say’s and I quote Sir, " Go fuck your self old man, find a new Bitch who will put up with your ancient ass ". And her Highness Sharon Stone was more succinct with this love sonnet, "Eat me Old Man!". Have three staff from court on Peltier case. Your Bamboo Fly Rods are being carefully tuned for next fly trip and your best friend Cat is on the cell now, push conference and go..."

"Timbaaaaa!!!! my boy!!!!!" "Meowwwwww, meow....."

"Really hate to interrupt Sir, news you will love! It seems crafty gang of your new North American Indian Activists Pal’s have the Football and will be keeping it with them while they take over your old hang out Alcatraz Maximum Security Federal Prison San Francisco Bay, http://www.alcatrazhistory.com. They would love to have you join them General, perhaps I should get your gear ready, you Dali, and General Parker will be going back home hey Judge?"

"Man, how sweet that is! Call Parker and the Dali Lama Drake! Get Jimmy Ferguson on the line we have to move quickly, call the Court and tell them as much as I would love to vote on who is in charge in the work place, more pressing matters urge my presence elsewhere, comprende’ amigo?"

"Jimmy, the gods have smile upon us my friend. My new Injun activists Buds have magically grabbed the fucking Football, you know BM’s Football Cowboy! And love this they are keeping it on the old Federal Maximum prison nestled in me San Francisco Bay. Ain’t that grand. Thought you might like to join Dali, Parker and me hang with them till we can’t hang no mo? What say you Pilgrim?"

"Try and keep me off that funky old Seagull encrusted island Buddy! I’ll start packing now, you know we could fly fish for Strippers off those famous rocks Ball Player?"

"Oh yeah, nice Jimmy, I’ll bring all the new eight weight Bamboo I rarely use. Great Idea! How you been ? I know you been hunting & fishing your ass off right?"

"Oh yeah, harassing Bear’s and wild turkeys my friend, do I need to have any weapon’s on the Rock?"

"We will be Rocking The Rock Cowboy! Better bring all your appetites Buddy, we be in my back yard on this thang that will go global faster then you can say Social Network. I had Drake let all my local Seafood restaurants know what’s up on Alcatraz and start getting the fleet of Boasts ready, cause all my Blues loving famous Pal’s will need some serious replenishment. All this International Activist shit is my fucking forte’ Mr. Digital Radio. How many stations now Jimmy?"

"Stopped counting around 400 Generalismo. Listen, this really sounds like one of your endless drug riddled San Francisco partay’s Street Soldier!!"

Man, are you kidding! This will be the uber , ultra, hugefied never to be forgot historical. Last Stand Those Nuclear Launch Codes can not be changed or altered by anyone but the President my friend. No extra set of emergency codes, this is it. So my Indian friends now call the shots Radio Zar!"

"Man oh man. This is Historical, fucking Biblical, No wonder you called me Hippy Judge. I’m on the way, see you in two days. We Rock the Rock!"

"Drake, call every drug dealer I know in San Fran , give them a heads up. Call the Single Malt Scotch Dude at Perry’s have him start the supplies to the Rock, better call my sound engineer friends and have them get those thick four foot old walls ready for this endless party. Get whoever is the spokesmen/leader on the horn and let him know, HERE COME THE JUDGE!!!"

"I have one of the activist leaders on the horn now Sir, a Mr. Broken Arrow."

"I’m I speaking to Judge Quill? This is a secure cell phone please speak freely?"

"It is I Sir, my boys and I are on the way to Alcatraz right now! How the Hell did you get hold of the Football? And more important do you comprende’ exactly what you have my friend?"

Cell at Alcatraz"Oh yes, we understand all the arrows will fly if we start pushing these little red buttons all lined up in a row! Judge we have the white man by the short and curlies, would we consider letting the Hounds of Hell ( HOH ) loose? Oh yeah, we would indeed! When you get here we have arranged quarters for you and your team in the Death Row section Cell Block E. Peace be with you Brother Wolf."

"I will have my man Drake leave you several critical local San Francisco Cell numbers you will need. All my people who are ready to do whatever is needed for this most righteous Last Stand! One more thing, that Rock is now run by a tough contingent of Canyon Yodelers’s , tough Bitches’s to deal with! They think they own that fucking Bird toilet that is the Rock circa 2012. Last siege there left really cool graffiti all over the thick wall’s, so primal. The heating sucking, but, the Ghosts are everywhere Broken Arrow! You will hear cell door’s open and close, guards who have no walked those ancient walls for decades clearly speaking in other worldly voices. Especially in the Infirmery and Isolation cells are hot spots for Ghost activities. I will make sure plenty of high quality LSD, Peyote, Magic Schrooooms are available for those activists Brave’s who may wish to run with the Wolf my friend..... I have General Parker on the other line, we will pow wow upon the surreal misty foggy San Francisco Bay, my home, my people and this is my fight."

"Parker, How’s it hanging Jar Head? You ready for extended duty on the rock my main bad ass Marine Green Pally? Listen man, I got all bases’s covered Buddy, all you need to do is pick me up in that too fast stealth chopper of your’s General and we park it on the rock Pilgrim! Bring warm gear and fowl weather gear, we will be fly fishing for hugefied Stripped Bass and Salmon off those rocks Kabish?"

"Yeah, yeah... I know you got it covered Marine, this will be so fucking cool. You called Jimmy your Digital Radio Pal right Cowboy? Man, the Press will be all over this one Judge. Oh yeah, your way too young misplaced girlfriends been blowing up my Cell Son, how bout a little Man Town style Bitch Management their Cowboy?"

"Box of Rattle Snakes my friend, each one wants a nice piece of my tarnished soul Pilgrim. What to do. So we know where the fucking Football is. Time to chat with the reelected Black Messiah, I’ll put him on conference with us and the Dali Lama I have on line three. You all ready and can hear each other Boys?"

"Oh yes, it is I Dali Lama. Peace my Brother’s"

"General Quill, you found my FOOTBALL old man? Where the fuck was it? And more important , where is the Launch Codes right now? I got several General’s getting real edgy Cowboy!"

"We got a situation. The Football is in the hands of extremists, Indian Activists. They have the Ball and are keeping it and Alcatraz Prison in San Francisco hostage as one hour ago eastern time."

"Holy shit Quill! Are you fucking positive?"

"Oh Yeah, affirmative Sir! Parker, Dali, Jimmy F., Drake my man and me are on the way to San Francisco right now! Send me three or four of your latest secure cell’s, do not I repeat do not send any fucking Drone’s over Pilgrim! No grand standing Bullshit with any killer Team’s either, my most valuable ass not to mention Dali, Jimmy, Parker, Drake safety is top priority. Broken Arrow I think is with the Peltier group? Not sure yet of the main player’s on this deal! They know the Football is launch codes and they also magically understand they can’t be replaced or altered by anyone but you! So, my Marine General self say’s we first see the Ball and hear them out first!"

"You have two days max to get the fucking Ball back! If not by then I may be pressured to wipe Alcatraz off the map Quill! You get the sequence here, it will move fast and even I can’t alter how fast, understand?"

"Oh yeah. General Parker’s jet Chopper just landed on the roof, next stop the Rock! Remember Cowboy, none of your mother fucking Drone Horse shit !"



"Quill, your really stepping in Bat dung this time mortal man! This is worst then your latest failure at Bitch Management Marine! I’m all over it, no worries. Here in my underground nasty little lab we have identified all the Braves in this shoot out. They followed you to Alaska and when you and the BM were most wasted grabbed the Football suitcase and boom my friend, here we are! They ain’t going to give up shit either. One of them a Mr. Broken Arrow great gand son of Sitting Bull is a real mother fucker, watch his every move. Your work on Peltier is your ticket in and will serve you well. I’ll keep you posted, say Hi to Dali..."

"My old Buddy, Mr. Ba Ba Bad To The Boner...... Knew you were on this thang! I’m in Parkers jet Chopper on the way to Frisco, better alert all my long dead Blues Brother’s including Robert Johnson , plenty of room for all my spirit Pal’s on the Rock... We will be Rocking The Rock baby!"

"Jimmy is that you Buddy? Listen man, better bring a few high caliber Pistol’s, I have several hand loaded custom 44 mags, But, I know you require special hardware like me Cowboy! We may have throw some lead here at some point. Great place for your Sat Up Link Digital Radio stuff. We may be there a while, so bring anything you may need for extended period Barbecue Master."

"Quill, excited man! Been hunting and fishing. This is great theater for my million’s of listener’s. Your Fan’s will be hyped when this thing breaks Judge, see you around midnight..."

"Good to have you on this Jimmy, Pod casts will be colorful and frequent. See you soon my friend."

"Drake, give me another big bong hit of that deep purple train wreck my elegantly wasted old friend."

(Cold Winds Blow on the Rock 24/7! Ghosts of Al Capone and The Bird Man rule the nights!)


Read about Fletcher Quill in earlier chapters:

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Written by Dan Fallon 2012
Illustrations by Phil Frank 2003
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