http://www.floridageomatics.com/flalaw/cases/aldc-mcrae.htm

Here's the ' 23 court case where Popham argued that the Forbes Purchase included the land submerged by Apalachicola Bay. Even though the Florida Supreme Court ruled against him, one of the justices wrote a dissenting opinion which agreed with the idea that the Indians had the right to deed John Forbes & Co. the bottom of Apalachicola Bay.

Other cases which cite this case go all the way up to 1998 so the litigation over the Forbes Purchase has continued for almost 200 years!

Colin Mitchell's lawsuit against the U.S. which gave him clear title to the Forbes Purchase.

http://www.utulsa.edu/law/classes/rice/USSCT_Cases/MITCHEL_V_US_1835.HTM

LOCATION OF THE FORBES PURCHASE WITHIN CURRENT COUNTIES

FORBES PURCHASE MAP FROM 1821



CLICK HERE AND EXPLORE A LARGE VERSION OF THE FORBES PURCHASE MAP BY CLICKING ON THE LOWER RIGHT HAND CORNER TO EXPAND TO REGULAR SIZEhttp://www.libs.uga.edu/darchive/hargrett/maps/1821f6.jpg

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CHECK OUT CAPN SKYP'S [A.K.A. KEN BABBS] WEBSITE!!!!

http://skypilotclub.com/readers.html

Capn Skyp's published some of my "lunatic fringe" stuff on his website!

Join skypilotclub.com !!!!

Today marks the first year anniversary of my weblog "Cuba, Alabama." My progress will always be posted there http://www.robertoreg.blogspot.com


I feel it entirely appropriate that I begin the Forbes Purchase project on this first birthday of my blog.

My work now has the hefty title of An Annotated Bibliography of Documents Related To The Grand Strategy of John Forbes & Co. To Collect The Debt of The Southeastern Indian Tribes.


James Doster, The Creek Indians and Their Florida Lands (New York, 1974),p. 249- 251.

This extensive, two volume report [Petitioners' Exhibit 400] from Indian Claims Commission Docket 280 was prepared by James F. Doster, Professor of History at the University of Alabama. This lengthy report was written to counter claims that the Seminoles should be considered as a separate tribe from the Creeks. A key portion of this argument that "Seminole" and "Creek" are interchangable terms received special treatment in an appendix Dr. Doster placed in his report to the Indian Claims Commission.

This 21 page appendix deals with how the Forbes Purchase of May, 1804 fit into the John Forbes & Co. strategy to secure payment of the large Creek Indian debt due their business. Pages 249, 250 and 251 deal with the conference Indians held with representatives of John Forbes & Co. at Chiskatalofa which resulted in the cession of Indian land known to this day as the Forbes Purchase.

It is impossible for the reader of Dr. Doster's work to examine the petitioners' or defendent's exhibits cited in his report because Garland Publishing Company did not include them in the two volume copy of the report they published without Dr. Doster's permission in 1974. Thankfully, we can find identification of each of these exhibits at http://www.rhus.com/doster.html

This index and digest of exhibits was compiled by Jim Tiger.

It is hoped that the occasion of the 200th anniversary of the Forbes Purchase at Chiskatalofa on May 25, 2004, will focus attention upon Dr. Doster's important work and result in its proper publication including the appropriate illustrations and corrections.

The authorized publication of James F. Doster's Creek Indians and Their Florida Lands will also be an excellent opportunity to commemorate the life and impassioned leadership of Calvin W. McGee, the first chairman of the Tribal Council of the Poarch Band of Creeks. After all, Dr. Doster's Petitioners' Exhibit 400 was prepared and submitted in the case of Indian Claims Commission Docket 280: C.W. MCGHEE, ET,AL.,Petitioners vs. THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, Defendant.


Jim,please feel free to make any suggestions and please feel free to forward this first installment of the Forbes Purchase bibliography to anyone.
Best wishes,
Robert Register
http://www.rhus.com/doster.html

READ THIS IF YOU WANT TO SEE HOW GOVERNMENT IS OUT TO RUIN OUR LIVES!!

http://www.tsas.us/tipsntales.htm

Robert,

Hey, long time. Don't believe everything you read. I've discovered Carolyn has "selective memories." She was just here from London for 3 weeks over the holidaze and we had a rockin' good time. Between her, my girlfriend and sister I could barely get a word in edgewise. I'm still surrounded by women. Could be worse, I guess.

I'll check out Babbs' site. Roll Tide!

JC

JOHN ALLEN CASSADY ON ALLEN GINZBERG

From : John Cassady
Sent : Tuesday, April 23, 2002 10:50 PM
To : "robert register"
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Hey, thanks for the ginzy.com web site. I missed that one somehow. He kind
of lost it toward the end there, and really tripped over it endorsing that
pedophilia club or whatever, but he was harmless. In spite of his radical
approach, he had a great mind and was smarter than all the wannabes put
together. He was a whole lot less out there when my father named me after
him in 1951. My name was originally Jack Allen Cassady, his best friends
(and all the Beat pioneers) embodied in one name, but Neal changed "Jack" to
"John" at the last minute, and it says "John" on my birth certificate. I was
awfully young, but my mother says that Neal told her, "you see, if you say
it fast, it comes out "Jackassady," and we don't want him being called
"jackass!" Allen was jealous and used to introduce me as "Allen" years
later.
Tuscaloosa sounds like a cool place to live nowadays. If I ever pass
through there I'll be sure to look you up. Too bad about the wife and kid
thing. I've been married and divorced twice, but my only son has lived with
me since he was about 13. My current girlfriend has her own place so it
works out ok.
Ok, keep in touch, and let me know if that web site gets off the ground.

JC

Robert,

Thanks for the update and the Tuscaloosa memories and details. I don't
recall "the Chukker," what was it, a bar? I do remember a sign for Zap Photo
along the main drag, I think, but there's been many brain cells lost in the
last 30 years. Is that stinky old paper mill still polluting the air across
the river? I think I remember your house, if it's the party I'm thinking of.
I showed up with some girl I met at the theater, forget her name, but she
drove a VW bug, and we started making out in the yard. I almost recall
finding the Charters book. I remember somebody had some white powder they
called "cocaine," but it was not even close, and produced a really weird
high. I think what's-her-name and I left shortly after that. There were a
lot of crazy people there that night--I felt right at home.
The theater was actually a project started up by me and my partner at
the time, Jerry. We came out from Berkeley 2 years earlier because his Air
Force major father had just died and we came to visit his mother in
Montgomery. Jerry eventually inherited some bucks and we came back and
started the theater there because it was the closest quasi-hip college town
to his mother so he could visit her on occasion. We fashioned the theater
format and movies shown after the underground, all-night cinemas in Berkeley
where we used to go to get some sleep in the wee hours. Marx Brothers, W.C.
Fields, etc. Lots of funny stories about that place. But anyway, Jerry
turned out to be psycho, and I lamed out of that house around May of '73 and
lived for about a month with some co-ed in a big Victorian where she rented
a room down by the U of A campus. Forget her name too, but I have a picture
of her somewhere. She wanted me to move to her brother's ranch in Florida
with her, but I was homesick for California, and took off West in Jerry's
old '55 Chevy panel truck (I traded him my dead Ford Cortina for it), and
never returned. Those were some wild, fun times, though. I guess we felt
pretty invincible at that age. I can't party like that anymore.
Nowadays I'm working in computers (who isn't?) in Los Gatos and trying
to stay out of trouble. Let me know if you ever get out to the Coast. Keep
in touch, more later,

John

FAREWELL TO THE CHIEF
By John Allen Cassady
"One flew East, one flew West, and one flew over the cuckoo's nest."

The long, strange trip came to an end for Ken Elton Kesey at 3:45 AM Saturday, November 10th, 2001, after 66 years and a few hundred lifetimes on this planet.

Ken was a great friend to my father, Neal Cassady, and almost a second father to me after Neal died in 1968 when I was 16 years old. Kesey was one of the kindest and wisest men I've ever known, and he was one of my biggest heroes and mentors starting soon after he met Neal in the early '60s, a feeling which continues in me to this day. The pearls of wisdom that he shared with me and others around him are too numerous to count, but thankfully he left a great legacy in his body of work that will last forever.

Neal always wanted to be a provider to his family, and little did he know that much of that provision would be accomplished posthumously through doors that were opened to me because of his famous friends like Kesey and the Grateful Dead, Jerry Garcia being another of my heroes from about 1965 on. Much to the worry of my mother, Kesey and Neal would come collect my sister and me at high school, giving the authorities some song and dance about dentist appointments or whatever, and they'd whisk us away to see the Dead play at some local high school prom dance, just after they changed their name from the Warlocks. Some fond, early memories there. I recall once being called to the school office, not knowing what I had done to deserve what was surely going to be trouble from the evil principle, only to open the door and see Neal and Ken dressed in American flag jumpsuits complete with day-glo red Beatle boots and silly hats. The principle looked confused and said to me "this man claims to be your father!" He looked like he thought the circus was in town.

My mother needn't have worried. When I'd try to sniff the smoke from the refers being passed around the car, Dad would admonish the passengers "no dope for the kid!" Kesey knew I was disappointed, but always honored Neal's request in those early days.

After Neal's death Kesey would go out of his way to look us up when he was in the Bay Area, and he showed up unannounced at my wedding in November of 1975 on his way back from Egypt, while writing a piece for Rolling Stone. That was one heck of a party. I still have pictures of him holding my then-3-month-old son, Jamie, and beaming like a proud godfather.

Another warm memory was back stage at a Dead show in Eugene when Kesey's fellow prankster Zonker ceremoniously presented me with one of 2 railroad spikes that the Dead's roadie Ramrod, while on a sacred pilgrimage, had extracted from the tracks where Neal died in Mexico. And again when Kesey and Ken Babbs bequeathed Neal's black and white stripped shirt to me that he had worn on the bus trip to New York in 1964, this time during a show we did at the Fillmore in 1997 before bringing the bus to Cleveland, where it was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Ken called and asked if I would drive "Further" into Ohio "because Neal can't make it this trip." Although veteran Prankster driver and mechanic George Walker did the actual driving, Kesey's heart was in the right place. That road trip was surpassed only by the 4-week tour of the UK in 1999, sponsored by London's Channel Four studios. Traveling with Ken in close quarters for that long really made for a lasting bond between us, and he was at his peak as a performer. It was fun for me to play guitar behind his harmonica and the Thunder Machine. I last saw him as we said our goodbyes at SFO after that incredible journey, and I was sad to have not been able to do so again before last Saturday.

Ken Kesey was a great teacher and a beautiful soul, and he will be missed by all that his magic touched. http://www.rainbowpuddle.com/cassady.html

KESEY AND BABBS

http://www.key-z.com/

Subject: What's Kesey Got To Do Wid Da Chukker?


I was partying in my bedroom at the house on 8th Street back in '73
and this guy at the party started looking at my Ann Charters book,
Kerouac. He opened it up to the pictures and pointed to Neal Cassady
and said, "That's my Dad." I will never forget the glow I felt when
I first realized I was with John Allen Cassady (He was named "John"
after Jack Kerouac and "Allen" after Allen Ginsberg.)
John had come to Tuscaloosa and opened an alternative movie
theatre on University Boulevard near Johnny's Restaurant. Here's an
interview where he mentions working as the projectionist here in
Tuscaloosa:

What is here is only a sample of the conversations I saved --
many of them were interesting but not relevant enough to include in
the "real" interview. Like this exchange, which took place after
John and I discovered we were both into Marx Brothers movies:


John: Duck Soup is my favorite. A buddy and I opened an alternative
cinema in a college town in '72 and showed all of them as well as
W.C. Fields, Laurel and Hardy, etc. Two shows per night for a week;
I saw them all 14 times each and know every line.
Me: That's great. My favorite was prob. Horsefeathers, like when
Groucho is in the canoe with Thelma Todd and she says "will big
strong man give icky baby the bad little football signals?" and he
says "Was that you or the duck? Because if it was you I'm going to
finish the ride with the duck?"

John: And then he sings "Everyone Says 'I Love You'" while
accompanying himself on guitar, at which he was quite proficient, a
leftover from their old vaudeville acts. He used surprisingly
sophisticated diminished chords as passing phrases in that
arrangement (not that I studied it or anything) and of course
finishes by throwing the guitar into the lake, argh! But showing
future Pete Townshends how it's done. Chico's version of the song
had a great line: "The great big mosquito and-a he sting you" (had
to have been there). Zeppo turned it into a torch ballad, and of
course Harpo ripped it up on the harp. Horsefeathers was indeed a
classic I had (almost) forgotten.


I don't know if anybody will fully believe this, but I knew all
about those diminished chords.



Anyway, I remember seeing John at the Chukker but he says he
doesn't remember it but he does remember the girl he picked up at my
party on 8th St. I'm pretty sure it was Betty Boswell.(Sorry, Craig)

When Kesey got inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, he
asked John to drive the bus because "Neal wasn't available to do the
job."

Kesey also hired John to drive the Bus through England in 2000
when Channel 4 sponsored the "Searching For Merlin" Tour.

After Kesey spoke at the University with Leary in the early 90s,
Kesey partied at Tracy Priest's house on Audubon. Babbs says that
Kesey had fond memories of Tuscaloosa. Kesey actually played a video
of John's father at the party on Audubon. Babbs says that Kesey had
a big BAMA bumper sticker on the front of his desk on the day he
died.

Anyway, if any of ya'll remember that long haired blond guy who
was the projectionist at the movie theatre where "Last Tango In
Paris" was banned, it was John Cassady, the man who inherited the
job of driving Further.

And another thing. The Summer of '04 will be the 40th anniversary
of the famous road trip described by Tom Wolfe in "The Electric Kool-
Aid Acid Test". They came through Mobile because Babbs had been
stationed at Pensacola before he shipped out for 'Nam to fly Marine
helicopter.

In honor of the publication of the two new Kesey books, I tuned up
my weblog for kesey.