A GREAT WAY TO START MY NEW YEAR!

A GREAT WAY TO START MY NEW YEAR!

MONDAY 1-4-16 sicari1921@gmail.com

I just received this review of my ebook TO GEN X, BABY BOOMERS AND MILLENNIALS, WITH LOVE
that is available at Amazon’s Kindle book store for a whopping $2.99.

Official Review: To Gen X, Baby Boomers and Millennials, …
Post Number:#1 by kasi1215 » 29 Dec 2015, 13:13

[Following is the official OnlineBookClub.org review of "To Gen X, Baby Boomers and Millennials,
with Love" by Francis T. Sganga.]

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4 out of 4 stars
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Review by kasi1215
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To Gen X, Baby Boomers and Millennials, with Love includes a brief recollection of the author’s life
with his wife of 57 years and then mostly discusses the various dramatic events that happened after
her death. The author, Francis T. Sganga, was almost 95 years old at the time his set of diary entries
and commentary were put together for this book.

Francis believes the key to a long life is staying in love and being active. When his wife of 57 years
passed away almost suddenly, Francis found a new mate rather quickly according to his children and things
went downhill from there. Francis spent a lot of time with his new mate and did a lot of generous things
for her and especially for his children in the beginning hoping to bribe them into liking her. In the end,
Francis’ children never came around to liking her. Francis determined that his adult children cared more
about their inheritances than they cared for their elderly father. This led to many legal discussions
on disinheriting them and getting back the gifts of property he had given to them. In the end, Francis
found true love and became content with the way his children treated him, but I won’t ruin that by spoiling
the ending in this review.

I really enjoyed this book. At first, I thought the writing style was a little strange; but as I kept reading,
I grew to enjoy it. Francis includes a lot of photos of him and his first wife, Babs, in the first few chapters
to help the reader understand their relationship and his love for her. There are also some photos in the end
that show some evidence of some dramatic events explained in the book as well as some photos of Francis and
the new love of his life. This book made me feel like I was sitting down with Francis as he told me the stories
and showed me pictures of his life. He really is an amazing individual. It is such a rare opportunity to get
inside the mind of such an active, impressive, clear-thinking person of nearly 95 years in age.

I battled back and forth with myself on whose “side” I was on when Francis was having legal issues with his
children about the gifts he was seeking to revoke. Most of the time I sided with Francis because his kids
seemed overly greedy, but other times I could see their point of view. Even now after finishing the book, I
do not know if any of them were in the right 100% of the time during all of the drama that went on. I think
a lot of things could have gone differently and ended in better results – but the world is not one where we
need to spend our time in the land of “if only” and I think Francis understands and accepts that.

Francis is truly happy in his life now and this book is definitely one worth reading. I rate this book 4 out of 4.
It is not a predictable story at all. I was constantly surprised at the chain of events – especially the ending,
but you must read it to find out what happened and how Francis found his happiness again.

Sganga Update

Greetings Friends:
Hit 95 today. Bad news is we couldn’t find a cake that would hold 95 candles. Good news is
we put one candle on a cup cake an just counted slowly to 95 by ones. Took 2 1/2 minutes!

Three weeks ago I mailed the manuscript for my new book, A CELEBRATION OF LIFE – A tribute
to our Creator for the supreme Gift of Life, to Austin Macauley publishers in London, and
wife May and I are waiting anxiously to hear from them.

Tomorrow morning we will email them my revised edition of WORDS OF WISDOM FOR CHILDREN,
An intellectual book featuring science and espousing moral and spiritual values. I
consider it to be my crowning achievement.

If anyone wants a free cop[y before it is published, I would be happy to send it to you
as an email supplement by request. => sicari1921@gmail.com.or ftsbull@att.net.

My perspective on life is the same as Karl Wallenda’s who said, “Walking on the tightrope
is living. All else is waiting. That’s the way I feel about writing.

Arrivederci,

Frank

To all of you Sheeple out there who like Hillary: WAKE UP!!

www. OpEdNews
4/13/2016
President Killary? (You’ve got to be kidding!fts)
By Paul Craig Roberts

Dr. Roberts was Assistant Secretary of the US Treasury for Economic Policy in the Reagan Administration. He was
associate editor and columnist with the Wall Street Journal, columnist for Business Week and the Scripps Howard
News Service. He is a contributing editor to Gerald Celente’s Trends Journal. He has had numerous university appointments.

Would The World Survive President Hillary?

Hillary Clinton & Wall Street Have A Secret Love Affair

Hillary Clinton is proving to be the “teflon candidate.” In her campaign for the Democratic presidential nomination,
she has escaped damage from major scandals, any one of which would destroy a politician. Hillary has accepted massive
bribes in the form of speaking fees from financial organizations and corporations. She is under investigation for
misuse of classified data, an offense for which a number of whistleblowers are in prison.
Hillary has survived the bombing of Libya, her creation of a failed Libyan state that is today a major source of
terrorist jihadists, and the Benghazi controversy. She has survived charges that as Secretary of State she arranged
favors for foreign interests in exchange for donations to the Clintons’ foundation. And, of course, there is a long
list of previous scandals: Whitewater, Travelgate, Filegate. Diana Johnstone’s book, Queen of Chaos, describes
Hillary Clinton as “the top salesperson for the ruling oligarchy.”
Hillary Clinton is a bought-and-paid-for representative of the big banks, the military-security complex, and the Israel
Lobby. She will represent these interests, not those of the American people or America’s European allies.
The Clintons’ purchase by interest groups is public knowledge. For example, CNN reports that between February 2001 and
May 2015, Bill and Hillary Clinton were paid $153 million in speaking fees for 729 speeches, an average price of $210,000.
As it became evident that Hillary Clinton would emerge as the likely Democratic presidential candidate, she was paid more.
Deutsche Bank paid her $485,000 for one speech, and Goldman Sachs paid her $675,000 for three speeches. Bank of American
Morgan Stanley, UBS, and Fidelity Investments each paid $225,000.
Despite Hillary’s blatant willingness to be bribed in public, her opponent, Bernie Sanders, has not succeeded in making an
issue of Hillary’s shamelessness. Both of the main establishment newspapers, the Washington Post and the New York Times
have come to Hillary’s defense.
Hillary is a war-monger. She pushed the Obama regime into the destruction of a stable and largely cooperative government in
Libya where the “Arab Spring” was a CIA-backed group of jihadists who were used to dislodge China from its oil investments
in eastern Libya. She urged her husband to bomb Yugoslavia. She pushed for “regime change” in Syria. She oversaw the coup
that overthrew the democratically elected president of Honduras. She brought neoconservative Victoria Nuland, who arranged
the coup that overthrew the democratically elected president of Ukraine, into the State Department. Hillary has called
President Vladimir Putin of Russia the “new Hitler.” Hillary as president guarantees war and more war.
In the United States, government has been privatized. Office holders use their positions in order to make themselves wealthy,
not in order to serve the public interest. Bill and Hillary Clinton epitomize the use of public office in behalf of the office
holder’s interest. For the Clintons government means using public office to be rewarded for doing favors for private interests.
The Wall Street Journal reported that “at least 60 companies that lobbied the State Department during her [Hillary Clinton's]
tenure as Secretary of State donated a total of more than $26 million to the Clinton Foundation.”
According to washingtonsblog.com, “All told, the Clinton Foundation and its affiliates have collected donations and pledges
from all sources of more than $1.6 billion, according to their tax returns.”
According to rootsactionteam.com, multi-million dollar donors to the Clinton Foundation include Saudi Arabia, Ukrainian oligarch
Victor Pinchuk, Kuwait, ExxonMobil, Friends of Saudi Arabia, James Murdoch, Qatar, Boeing, Dow, Goldman Sachs, Walmart, and the
United Arab Emirates.
According to the International Business Times, “Under Hillary Clinton, the State Department approved $165 billion worth of
commercial arms sales to 20 nations whose governments had given millions to the Clinton Foundation.”
Hillary Clinton has escaped unharmed from so many crimes and scandals that she would likely be the most reckless president in
American history. With the arms race renewed, with Russia declared “an existential threat to the United States,” and with Hillary’s
declaration of President Putin as the new Hitler, Hillary’s arrogant self-confidence is likely to result in over-reach that ends
in conflict between NATO and Russia. Considering the extraordinary destructive force of nuclear weapons, Hillary as president
could mean the end of life on earth.
~*~
If Americans elect Hillary president, the One Percent’s control will be complete

Richard C. Cook thinks that Bernie Sanders could become the next president.
But could Sanders make any difference? (NO ONE CAN!! The vast majority of Congressmen and women are war-mongering CORPORATE PUPPETS, and
our wars will continue no matter what! fts)
Obama’s regime was totally different than his campaign messages, just as George W. Bush’s regime was different from his campaign messages.
The neoconservatives created the specter of terrorism and successfully used it to create a warfare/police state. The One Percent rakes in
the billions of dollars from US financial and military hegemony. These formidable private powers also own Congress. Any president who tried
to redress the power imbalance would likely find himself outgunned.
Americans have a history of being easily manipulated and brainwashed, but a couple of decades of economic disappointment is finally producing
some dissatisfaction. Mike Whitney explains Donald Trump’s popularity with voters:
“The point we’re trying to make is that Donald Trump’s meteoric rise in the GOP can be traced back to the failed economic policies of prior
administrations. He’s the political beneficiary of three decades of stagnant wages, falling incomes, declining living standards, and a
cataclysmic financial crisis that wiped out trillions of dollars in home equity leaving behind a battered middle class and sluggish economy
that doesn’t grow, doesn’t generate opportunities for upward mobility, and only produces low-paying, dead end, service-sector jobs that barely
pay the rent.”
You have heard me say the same thing many times.
Some Americans are waking up. As the hardships they suffer intensify, perhaps a movement will arise that can force through changes. However,
as former president Jimmy Carter says, America is no longer a democracy; it is an oligarchy run by a the 1 % who “own the world.”
Elections are manipulated in order to strengthen the oligarchy. As the electorate has no presence in Washington, violence is emerging as
the only possible method of change.

Unbelievably, George Clooney endorses and financially supports Scale 10 Humanoid, Hillary Clinton!
He looks smarter than that, but obviously, looks can be deceiving!

YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT!

My racquetball Buddy sent me this article:
HEALTH FREEDOM ALLIANCE
March 10, 2016
BREAKTHROUGH
The food You Eat Determines Which Genes Get Activated Or Suppressed,
Controlling Disease vs. Health Throughout Your Life
Everyone says you are what you eat, but, for some reason, the majority of the world’s population seems
completely oblivious to this fact. Yet pure science and simple experiments have managed to definitively
prove what naturopaths have been saying for centuries: What you eat changes you, down to your very DNA.
As it turns out, our diet can influence what genes are more active or suppressed. Basically, it can
determine whether genes associated with conditions like obesity, type 2 diabetes or heart disease are
hyperactive or functioning within parameters.
It’s particularly easy to ignore that our diets directly affect our health when the foods around us
taste so good. General practitioners who don’t take food into consideration when treating their patients
certainly don’t make it any easier. In this context, new studies that point to the relevance of food in
connection to our DNA are an essential step forward.
****************************************************************************

Thanks Al. The info is new to me, but I figured out what foods are best and worst for us years ago. After
undergoing two angioplasties, I decided to quit eating: Bacon, sausage, hot dogs, hamburgers, French fries,
fried food, potato chips, steaks and pork.

What I do eat is all kinds of beans, a couple of eggs a week, lots of veggies, fish and chicken. Beans and
eggs contain vital nutrients that supply food to the embryos as they become adults.

I regularly eat raisin bran with a banana in 2% milk for breakfast. Lately, my lunch has consisted of a soup
made up of a can of mushroom soup, frozen peas, lima beans, whole kernel corn and chick peas. No bread. I use
lots of garlic.

Tonight we had fresh fish, steamed potato, onion and carrots, again with no bread.

I occasionally have an ice cream cone, wine with cheese and pretzels, and half a donut with tea after my
mandatory 2 hour nap.

So far, my regimen has worked. I will be 95 on April 29th, I have no significant ailments, my blood pressure
today at Walmarts was 107/65, I play racquetball twice a week, I take NO pills, not even vitamins, and I can
still honeymoon about once a week.

In a couple of my books, I make a point of saying, “You are what you eat!”

Oh yes, I eat about a pound of roasted peanuts (more embryos) a week as I watch sports on TV or a movie.

I will cut and paste this on Facebook and my website. (Sganga.net)

See you Tuesday,

Frank

VIVA LA SEX!

I KNEW IT! [See below] THAT’S WHY AT NEARLY 95, I CAN NOT ONLY STILL “DO IT,” BUT CAN ALSO WRITE BOOKS. I WILL
PUBLISH MY 12TH EBOOK ON MY BIRTHDAY, APRIL 29, ON AMAZON’S KINDLE TABLETS VIA KINDLE DIRECT PUBLISHING.

LIVESCIENCE.COM March 4, 2016, 9:35 AM
By CARI NIERENBERG By CARI NIERENBERG
People over age 50 who are more sexually active also have better memory and cognitive skills than people
who get busy less often, a new study from England suggests.
Sex appeared to give men’s brains a bigger boost than women’s: Men who were more sexually active showed
higher scores on tests of memory skills and executive function — the mental processes involved in planning,
solving problems and paying attention — whereas women who were more sexually active saw only a higher score
in their memory skills, according to the findings, published online Jan. 28 in the journal Age and Ageing.
The study shows that there is a significant association between sexual activity and cognitive function in
adults over 50, said study author Hayley Wright, a researcher in cognitive aging at the Centre for Research
in Psychology, Behavior and Achievement at Coventry University in England.
The researchers looked at data collected from more than 6,800 men and women ages 50 to 89 in England who were
participating in a long-term study on aging.

For how I have achieved my current longevity, and still counting, read my ebook on Amazon’s Kindle tablet titled:
A 94 YEAR-OLD’S PATH TO LIVING LONGER AND BETTER.

For all of my books, go to Amazon and type in: Francis T. Sganga Books

Cheers,
Frank

VIVA LA SEX!

VIVA LA SEX!
By Francis Sganga on Friday, March 4th, 2016 | No Comments
I KNEW IT! [See below] THAT’S WHY AT NEARLY 95, I CAN NOT ONLY STILL “DO IT,” BUT CAN ALSO WRITE BOOKS. I WILL
PUBLISH MY 12TH EBOOK ON MY BIRTHDAY, APRIL 29, ON AMAZON’S KINDLE TABLETS VIA KINDLE DIRECT PUBLISHING.
LIVESCIENCE.COM March 4, 2016, 9:35 AM
By CARI NIERENBERG By CARI NIERENBERG
People over age 50 who are more sexually active also have better memory and cognitive skills than people
who get busy less often, a new study from England suggests.
Sex appeared to give men’s brains a bigger boost than women’s: Men who were more sexually active showed
higher scores on tests of memory skills and executive function — the mental processes involved in planning,
solving problems and paying attention — whereas women who were more sexually active saw only a higher score
in their memory skills, according to the findings, published online Jan. 28 in the journal Age and Ageing.
The study shows that there is a significant association between sexual activity and cognitive function in
adults over 50, said study author Hayley Wright, a researcher in cognitive aging at the Centre for Research
in Psychology, Behavior and Achievement at Coventry University in England.
The researchers looked at data collected from more than 6,800 men and women ages 50 to 89 in England who were
participating in a long-term study on aging.
For how I have achieved my current longevity, and still counting, read my ebook on Amazon’s Kindle tablet titled:
A 94 YEAR-OLD’S PATH TO LIVING LONGER AND BETTER.
For all of my books, go to Amazon and type in: Francis T. Sganga Books
Cheers,
Frank

The Grim Reaper rears Its Ugly head!

Friday January 15, 2016
Noon
I am dying. I feel it in my bones. My demise, as I approach 95 next April is overdue. The feeling
was triggered this morning when I had a weird experience when I quickly arose from lying in bed to
a sit-up position. The room and everything in it whirled around as though I had just gotten off a
fast-moving merry-go-round. I just sat at the edge of my bed with my legs dangling over the side
waiting for the whirling to stop. After about 30 seconds, it didn’t so I flopped back in a supine
position in bed, and waited, hoping the feeling would soon pass. One of my concerns was going down
the two flights of stairs. In a few minutes I cautiously got out of bed, stood up, monitored my
condition, and descended the stairs holding tightly to the banisters.
I made it to the kitchen successfully, had my usual breakfast of raisin bran and a cup of coffee,
sat at my desk in the living room, called wife May, told her to bring over a chair and told he what
happened so she could “prepare herself” just in case. This was my second experience within a month
re dizziness, but worse than the first, where I was dizzy and my sight was impaired. I told May I
wasn’t concerned about dying. My main concern was her being left alone to take care of our large,
two-story home with large front and back yards, plus the rental unit we own across the street that
we are about 75 % finished renovating to sell next April.
The ironic thing about the situation is that I played rigorous racquetball yesterday morning, winning
all four games, napped, and did heavy-duty yard work at the rental unit afterwards. I am evidently
physically fit, and suspect I’m having a problem with my brain/balancing system. About a year ago I
have a Vertigo problem that was remedied by a physical therapist.
A call my primary doctor was in vain. He was not in, and his receptionist made an appointment to see
him Monday afternoon, and that if necessary, I should go to their Palm Coast clinic (40 miles away or
to the Emergency Room. As I write this, I’m okay. I just stood up quickly as a test, and experienced
no dizziness.
I am now highly motivated to getting the rental unit fully renovated as soon as possible. It’s a nasty,
rainy day right now, and God willing, I will go at it with renewed vigor tomorrow. One of the things I
will stop doing for now is driving our car. If I were to experience another “seizure” it could well cause
an accident or worse. I’ve got to suppress my Macho feelings and be sensible.
8 p.m.
Woke up from my one hour nap and cautiously and slowly sat upright, dangled my legs over the side of the
bed, assessed my condition, and decided it was okay to stand up. Went down the 16 steps to the kitchen,
had my tea with half a donut on the porch, mulled over what to do next, and decided I was not going to
just sit on my butt doing nothing. Defying the Grim Reaper, I pumped ten pound dumbbells for 15 minutes
then went over to our rental unit and did some yard work for about an hour till May came over to announce
dinner was ready. Right now I feel fine. No aches or pains. Hopefully, it will turn out to be an intermittent
problem. We’ll see.

INSTALLMENT #8

Installment #8 re: The Continuing Saga of a Family’s Destruction Caused by Greed.

Narrator: Francis (Frank) T. Sganga … sicari1921@gmail.com

This sad story can be found in its entirety at: www.sganga.net or
in my ebook TO GEN X, BABY BOOMERS AND MILLENNIALS, WITH LOVE
available at Amazon’s Kindle store.

Saturday January 2, 2016

I never thought it would happen to me. When the police arrived and took photographs of the bloody scene,
BOTH Jeanie and I were cuffed and hauled off to jail because it was a typical “he said, she said” situation.
I asked the arresting officer if it was a private matter between a husband and wife, and he replied, “Not
when you cll 9-1-1 and there’s the place and the partcipants.”

I tell the story in my screenplay, True Love Never Dies that I converted into an ebook available at Kindle’s store.
Tony Civale is my alto ego.
INT. 8 ft x 10 ft “HOLDING CELL” IN JAIL – NIGHT
Inside: Concrete block walls; cement floor, wooden bench against a wall, stainless steel commode in a corner, no windows.
Tony’s totally alone. Complete silence prevails. We see an hour elapse on a clock as he sits on the bench, with his head
between his hands, pacing the floor and doing pushups.
TONY
(mutters)
You could have a heart attack in this damn place
and no one would notice.
He continues to do push-ups and sit-ups; counts paces; a clock shows that two more hours elapse. He bangs on bars with
his shoe. Officer approaches.
OFFICER
Cut that out! What do you want?
TONY
I’d like some water, please.
OFFICER
There’s a faucet attached to the top of the commode.
TONY
I tried it. It doesn’t work.
Officer unlocks cell door and enters. He checks the faucet; it doesn’t work. He leaves and returns, handing Tony a small
Dixie cup of water through the bars.
TONY
Thanks. How much longer will I have to be in here?
OFFICER
Till the paperwork’s done.
TONY

How about food?

OFFICER
We don’t serve food here. You’ll get it
at the detention center.
Officer walks off.
INT. SQUAD CAR – NIGHT
The same officer who cuffed him when he was arrested is taking Tony to the county detention center some 20 miles
away. They enter center. A guard with clipboard:
GUARD TO TONY
(Gruffly)

Sir, stand over there in that white box on the floor
with your back against the wall.
The guard, picks up a plastic tray and approaches Tony.
GUARD
Empty your pockets and put your stuff in this tray.
Tony complies; guard pats Tony down.
INT. JAIL – HOLDING CELL – NIGHT
Tony, still wearing his “civilian” clothes, is back inside a holding cell with three grubby-looking characters,
one asleep on a wooden bench, one pacing and the other sitting on the commode in a corner. He looks at Tony and
shakes his head.
INMATE
On a commode
Pops. What the hell are you doing in here?
TONY
I hit on a hooker who turned out to be a cop.
INMATE
You’re pulling my leg.
TONY
Dude, that’s the last thing I’d do with
you sitting on that damn potty.
Laughter. A guard unlocks the steel door. Enters holding a batch of brown bags, which he tosses to the inmates
one at a time. Tony opens his bag and spreads contents on the bench:
A sandwich, an apple and a small carton of fruit juice.
TONY
(open sandwich in hand)

Anyone want to trade baloney for cheese?

Guy next to Tony picks up his cheese with his grubby fingers, hands it to Tony, and takes the baloney off Tony’s
sandwich. Tony stares at the cheese atop his sandwich, shrugs, and starts eating it.
INT. DETENTION CENTER – DAY
Tony, in an over-sized orange jump suit, is taken to another holding cell. He stands in doorway facing a variety
of 30 tough-looking inmates.
INMATE
Hey old man, don’t just stand there.
C’mon in and join the party.
Tony, with a serious look, scans their faces like a teacher would scan a class for a spitball thrower.
TONY
Okay guys, since I’m the oldest one in here,
I’m in charge!
Loud guffaws. Tony sits on bench between two burly guys, one Black, the other a Latino. On an opposite bench is a
James Cagney-type inmate – short and feisty-looking.
INMATE
What are you in for old man.
TONY
Aggravated assault and battery.
INMATE
Who with?
TONY
My old lady.
INMATE
You beat up an old lady?
TONY
She’s only 52.
Inmate gesturing with a raised fist:
INMATE
Cool man. Did you bang her?
Tony stares distastefully at him for a moment.
TONY
You know what I like about you, kid?
You’re the only one in here I’m taller than.
Laughter. Other inmates look at each other, nodding in admiration of the old man’s spunk.
INT. COURTROOM – DAY
Tony enters courtroom wearing his oversized jump suit. He’s 5th in line, handcuffed wrist-to-wrist to a much
taller, burly inmate. Judge behind bench riffling through a batch
of rap sheets. [Series of shots of Court Clerk calling names; inmates approaching the bench and being talked
to by judge].
It’s Tony’s turn. Judge looks at his profile sheet, then scans Tony top to bottom; shakes his head.
JUDGE
Mr. Civale, you are charged with aggravated assault and battery. Since this is your first offense, and at your
age, I am going to give you a choice. Either go to trial, or plead no contest, which means you will be on probation
and be required to attend anger-management classes.
TONY
Your honor, I’d rather not have to endure a trial
and the expense. I’ll go with probation and anger
management classes.
JUDGE
Good, my docket is already overloaded. Your probation
is for a year, but if you behave yourself, it will be shortened
to 6 months. You will also be required to attend the anger-management classes for 6 weeks. Any questions?
TONY
Yes, Sir. Am I free to go home?
JUDGE
You will spend the night in jail while the paperwork
is being processed. After being processed, you
will be released on your own recognizance.
TONY
Thank you, your honor.

To be continued with my attending an ANGER MANAGEMENT CLASS.

1-1-16 Instalment #7

Installment #7 re: The Continuing Saga of a Family’s Destruction Caused by Greed.

Narrator: Francis (Frank) T. Sganga … sicari1921@gmail.com

This sad story can be found in its entirety at: www.sganga.net

Friday January 1, 2016

Writing my memoirs is not a pleasant task, but I feel compelled to do so because:

1. I want to help others by letting them know the serious mistakes I made hoping they would learn from them.

2. I want the whole world to know about the ingratitude of my children and the cruel way they have treated
me because they disapproved of my behavior after the death of my first wife Babs, who bore them. It’s my
way of “spanking them” for THEIR misbehavior.

3. It gives me something worthwhile to do in the evening other than watch boring and inane TV shows.
Jeanie hated Joel’s wife Jammie ever since he married her. My seemingly great idea of having Joel and
his family live next door so Jeanie could have more frequent access to her grandchildren and I would
have the pleasure of helping members of my new family and playing with the kids as well. As a teacher,
kids have always been “my thing.”
Well, a few months after Joel and his family settled into their beautiful new home (which I now live
in), Jeanie changed from Dr. Jekyll to Mr(s). Hyde. She couldn’t stand having her hated daughter-in-law
living in a house so much more elegant than ours. I didn’t mind at all, and I wouldn’t have exchanged
homes with Joel because I loved my backyard swimming pool and the hot tub on my porch I soaked in
playing racquetball. Then it started to happen, like i did in the movies (Jeanie was a movie freak)
ARSENIC AND OLD LACE, and MISERY.

On March 3, 2006 I developed a bad sore throat. In a few days, I began coughing up phlegm that got
continually worse. The condition lasted more than a year, during which time I saw about a dozen doctors,
including my primary doctor, a lung specialist, a nose and throat specialist, an allergy specialist,
and several others. I used Advair, took pills and got shots, but nothing alleviated the condition. Also
during that year of misery, I had intermittent bouts of flu-like symptoms, including slightly elevated
fevers. I attributed it all to old age and decided the condition was chronic and I’d just have to learn
to live with it.

While I was having miserable coughing fits, Jeanie acted indifferently, and avoided me as much as possible.
No hugs, no kisses, no sex. Then, things went from bad to worse, much worse. Having been a depression-era
kid, I was fussy about lights being turned off when not in use. On the evening of September 6, 2007, I returned
home from racquetball and damn, she not only spitefully had all of the inside lights turned on but also all of
the outside lights and the half dozen ceiling fans.

I lost it. I took my racquet and slashed away at vases adorned with her favorite artificial flower arrangements
in the living room, then headed down a corridor to the bedrooms. When I got to hers, there she was standing in
the doorway glaring at me with her arms on her hips. Beside her was another flower arrangement atop a bookcase,
and I reached in beside her and smashed them too. In a flash I was on my back (she had taken Martial Arts lessons
with daughter Laura) on the floor with 220 lbs. of blob atop me with one of her massive breasts over my mouth.
The martial arts classes she took with daughter Laura paid off!

I panicked. I was sure the bitch was trying to smother me. In desperation, I grabbed her hair with my stronger
right arm and pulled her head to the right, winding up on top of her. She punched at my face with both fat fists,
while I used my forearms to deflect the blows. I kept yelling at her to quit, but to no avail. Then God intervened.

I reached out with my arm and my hand found and gripped a porcelain electrical insulator we used for a doorstop,
and I used it to give her head a glancing blow trying to get her to quit. She still wouldn’t. Since she was a lot
younger and stronger, I knew I couldn’t let her get up. So, after she smashed her fist against my nose, I angrily
hit her head a second time with the insulator, but more directly and harder.

Incredibly, my primitive animal instincts took over: I didn’t give a damn whether or not I killed her.
Blood spewed all over her face, over me and onto the carpet. This time she quit, we disentangled, and we both
called 911. Since it was a “he said, she said situation,” we were both hauled off to jail, I at 86, she at 52.

The charge: Aggravated domestic battery.

The headline in the Daytona Beach News-Journal on September 8, 2007:
Police: Ex-educator, wife had bloody fight.

We both called 9-1-1, and our yard was crowded with police cars, and an E.R. vehicle, all with their red and
blue lights flashing and gawking neighbors.

To be continued….

INSTALLMENT #6

Installment #6 re: The Continuing Saga of a Family’s Destruction Caused by Greed.

Narrator: Francis (Frank) T. Sganga … sicari1921@gmail.com

This sad story can be found in its entirety at: www.sganga.net

Thursday, December 31, 2015

In a letter signed by Brian, Clare and Laura, they refused to return control of MY property to me.
To say that I was angry, is to put it mildly. My lawyer asked if Brian explained the Life-Estate
Deed to me that he encouraged me to sign, I said, “No, I trusted him completely.” He replied,
“It’s the law.” I said, “Okay, please write each of them telling them if they don’t return my
property in 30 days I will take them to court.”

That did it, but it ended all communication between us, and truthfully I didn’t care. They treated
me like I was no longer competent and wrote me off. From then on, for years there were no birthday,
Fathers day or Christmas cards. Not even now as the New Year 2016 starts in just a few hours.

Well, I had Jeanie and her family to retreat to. She had a son, Joel, 29, who had two young children
9 and 5, and a daughter, Jessica 26, who had a very vivacious 6 year-old daughter,
Adrianna, who was a joy to behold. The situation brought to mind what Sean Connery said at the end
of the movie, Finding Forrester:

“Losing family obliges us to find our family,
not always the family that is our blood.
And should we
have the wisdom to open our door to this new family,
we will find the wishes we once had for the father
who once guided us, for the brother who once inspired us.”

I was very happy with my new family. The first two years of marriage were great. When I first
met Jeanie, her son Joel and his wife were estranged. He lived by himself, and his wife, Jammie,
along with their two children, lived with another woman. In talking at length with Joel, who
longed to be reunited with his wife and children, I told him I’d buy a house for them, and he
could pay me rent that equaled the amount of mortgage payments. He readily agreed, and I had a
great sense of satisfaction in seeing them all together enjoying their new home and each other.

At about the beginning of the third year of our marriage, I had what I thought was a great idea.
The house Jeanie and I lived in had a backyard pool and a hot tub. I enjoyed many a summer day
watching Jeanie frolic in the pool with her three grandkids. So, I thought, since I owned the
beautiful Bayfront lot next door worth $100,000, why not build a home for Joel and his family
on it so Jeanie could see and play with her grandkids even more? In speaking to Joel and his wife,
I told them to find a set of plans they liked, and I would do the rest. Based upon my experiences
with my one-story home that had a limited view of the bay, I recommended that they choose a two-story
home, with a fireplace. It turned out to be beautiful, and once again Joel and his family were in
“hog heaven.”

The euphoria only lasted about a year. After two years of a happy marriage to Jeanie, what was at first
a great idea, turned out to be a tragic one, as you will soon see.

To be continued….

INSTALLMENT #5

Installment #5 re: The Continuing Saga of a Family’s Destruction Caused by Greed.

Narrator: Francis (Frank) T. Sganga … sicari1921@gmail.com

This sad story can be found in its entirety at: www.sganga.net

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Way back in 1960, wife Babs and I bought a large Bayfront lot for $500 (Now worth $150,000!)
and soon thereafter had a home custom built that cost $17,000 (Now worth $250,000) where we
raised our four kids. Several years later we bought a lot adjoining ours, for $3,500 (I turned
down a $100,000 offer to sell it just a few years ago) that separated our property from a
city-owned park.

My recalcitrant kids still refused to accept Jeanie as family some 8 months after I married her.
However, we still maintained “a running battle” via exchanges of emails. In one of them, lawyer
son Brian suggested that I sign a “life-estate deed” that, in the event of my death, he would
acquire the house Jeanie and I lived in, and daughter Clare would acquire the adjoining lot.
I did without even reading the thing because I completely trusted him and thought that doing so
would bring us all back together again as family. I also thought it would be alike a “will”
where I could change my mind, if necessary.

Soon thereafter, it occurred to me that signing the deed would put Jeanie in jeopardy, since
in the event of my death, and the fact that they would not accept her, Brian would get the
house and THROW JEANIE OUT! So, when I went to the courthouse to change the wording of the
deed, I was told I couldn’t do it, and that I would have to get my lawyer’s help.

Then came the shocking news, I needed to get Brian and Clare to agree to deed the properties
back to me. As things stood, I couldn’t even sell the properties if I had to. Also, the lawyer
told me he didn’t do life-estate deeds that way by locking in his client as Brain did me.

After requesting my kids to return of my property to my control to protect Jeanie from being
homeless, I received this email letter from Clare:

Dear Dad:
I hope Jean’s surgery goes well, and that she is strong again soon. I know you are
very concerned about her. Steve and I are sincerely pleased that you have found
someone compatible to share your life with.
Please re-read the letter that we, your children wrote to you and see that we all
agree about the need you both have for a soulmate as each of us do also.
I forgive the cruel statements you have made in your letters, such as the “Sganga blood”
sentence; “us placing greater need on properties than on you; Failure to communicate.”
You have not telephoned since January, I have called regularly and sent you gifts. You
have known me for almost 54 years now and know that I am not a greedy person, nor is Steve.
This is not about greed.
You want to take away the Sganga homestead that you and mother promised was to be your
children’s and future generations. Who wants to disinherit whom? Brian and I both were
hoping to continue sharing Turnbull Bay with Rachel. Mary Scott and your future grandchildren
and great grandchildren. And you want to give everything away? The grief we are all feeling
is mutual.
Why do you feel the need to give away everything entirely? We do not understand where all
this is coming from. Again, please re-read our letter to you and you will see our hearts
are still caring. “Promises, commitments and family are to withstand changing times.”
Love, Clare
Notice the give away everything entirely sentence. That tells it all. Suppose I gave it all
to charity? Would they be as upset? Who cares? It’s for me to decide, not them. They don’t
need the money or the property. I wasn’t going to get into a letter-writing contest, but felt
I had to do it one more time. e-mailed this to Clare, copies to Brian and Laura:

My response:

Dear Clare:
I do not want to get into what has happened or has been said in the past, or what I did or you
did regarding communications between us. Brian’s not calling me in over a month is inexcusable,
especially since he told me he would return the house to my control as we chatted around the pool.
No mention was made about what would happen to Jeanie if I croaked and he owned the house.
Presumably then, he would tell her to get out. I waited for you to respond to my e-mail request
for return of control of my property, and the totally unexpected response was no.
You say you all grew up here. So what! Where can your kids say they grew up? Where is Rachel growing
up? Will she have fond memories of that home her Dad abandoned and which Jackie will probably sell?
All of your arguments are superficial, including telling me about Rachel’s reaction to the pictures
in Mom’s room being gone. I removed those of my parents and Mom’s because it was now Jean’s room, and
what’s the point of having pictures of four dead strangers staring at her?
I am attached to Jeanie as much as you are to Steve, and Brian is to Missy, and Laura is to Don. Would
any of you leave your spouses out in the cold? Your use of the house is frivolous compared to her need
for it, should she survive me, which is not guaranteed. None of you really need it.
Mother’s death changed everything regarding my situation. Finding another companion, (or my “live-in-lover”
as you insultingly called her) has been a blessing. I believe Laura poisoned the water, and is mainly
responsible for the current family fiasco. I have spoken to many people, including my buddies at racquetball
and my attorney, and they all shake their heads in disbelief; they can’t believe my children would put property
ahead of their father, which is exactly what you are doing, no matter how you try to rationalize it.
I am angry that you are choosing property over me. My reasoning is simple: If you had simply signed the
quit-claim deed, there would have been no need for all of this hogwash. Why you can’t see this is beyond me.
I will be seeing my attorney Tuesday to tell him to proceed with my case against Brian and the way he conned
me out of my property. (Why hasn’t he contacted me to argue otherwise?)
Once we go to court, we will have crossed the point of no return; it will be all over between us. It’s tragic,
considering how happy we were as a family, but you three have got me trapped in a corner, and I intend to fight
my way out. You should have known I would. I feel as betrayed as Caesar did when he was stabbed in the back by
his “friend” Brutus.