“There must be some way out of here said the joker to the thief.”—Bob Dylan
They have a way for you to get out of here. You refused. That’s why you’re here. That’s why you’re reading this. The first VRR bumper sticker photographed was at Evergreen Health Center.
The second VRR bumper sticker photographed was at a Piggly Wiggly store in Louisiana.
Early observations are that both cars are black. What does that tell us? A possible connection—synchronicity. The odds that the two selected cars by Universe would both be black are incalculable.
One night I was drinking in the oldest bar in Arizona, operating since 1902, St. Elmo’s. I ran into a man who told me he built a hearse. A special hearse. A one-of-a-kind hearse. Being in a ghost town, a ghost bar there probably was a strong chance of running into someone who builds hearses.
Jack, his wife, his dog and a friend were all at the bar on the night I was playing DJ on an old jukebox. It was Jack’s dog that got me talking to Jack. As I was petting his dog Jack told me that his dog ran for mayor of Tombstone and almost won. He was serious. He told me if he had won there is no law in place that says his dog can’t act as mayor. I told Jack he has a fine dog and if I lived in Tombstone, I’d certainly vote for him. I had no idea the man I was talking to was associated with a very famous hearse.
The hearse Jack worked on was a hearse that was lost in a fire in 1887. It was President Abraham Lincoln’s hearse that carried him to his final resting place in Springfield Illinois. A 1600-mile journey. If we delve into the fire of the hearse, will we find conspiracy? Probably, and that might be more interesting than the hearse, but we’re not going there so get that our of your head.
The only thing missing is a VRR bumper sticker but they didn’t have bumper stickers in 1887 and I won’t be born for another 73 years.
Jack was part of a team of Veteran’s contracted to re-create the Lincoln hearse.
Everything on the hearse was a one-off a custom build by a craftsman in the late 1800’s. There were no blueprints. The hearse itself was a ghost and Jack was a resident in one of the most famous ghost towns in the US—Tombstone Arizona. Jack showed me pictures of his shop and the re-creation of the Lincoln hearse. What a night.
Somehow ghosts were brought up and Jack told me I needed to talk to his wife Pat. She worked at the famous Bird Cage theater in Tombstone. What luck. She was a very real believer in ghosts and so am I. I still remember her asking me, “Do you hear them in live time?” I had an interesting discussion with her as well.
I eventually got back to my job as disc-jockey in a ghost bar and kept the music going. I had no complaints. A first the bartender told me.
Sadly, Jack and his wife have had a little drunk’n run in with the law. Jack and Patricia were arrested in 2020 for assaulting a police officer in Tombstone, and that’s where this fine hearse story goes to shit.
This just a few days after they launched the CV-19 hoax in the US. If his dog was mayor, would he have been arrested? Doubt it.
Sources for the above are many. Here’s a few.
https://bravotheproject.com/tag/jack-feather/
https://www.northcoastjournal.com/humboldt/lincolns-hearse/Content?oid=2827823
1959 Cadillac Hearse—I think they used this model in the movie Ghostbusters.
1960 Cadillac Hearse—my favorite
“But you and I we’ve been through that and this is not our fate”
1942 Cadillac Hearse
“The hour is getting laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate”
Some great pics of hearses, there, Mike. I love the ones with the "Batman" fins. Thanks for sharing.
I read the article about Jack and Pat and their dog. I think this story might be troublesome for the dog. If he had plans of having another go at running for mayor. When I was little I sometimes rode the car with my drunken father behind the wheel, I used to pray we wouldn't kill someone and that I wouldn't die. I promised God all sorts of things in exchange for survival. I don't think I kept all my promises, hope he doesn't hold that against me.