Roger Small

Roger Small CLAREMONT — I am writing this in mid-October 2017. I am dying. I was born Feb. 8, 1939. I always said that my father, Harry Chester Small, was the nicest person I ever knew. My mother, Irene Beatrice Corron Small, was a descendant of Paul Revere. I have had 54 jobs and 36 addresses. I wrote five non-fiction books and had several columns published every week in local newspapers. I read over 1,300 non-fiction stories which must somehow merit consideration for a college degree. I read 63 books on the Vietnam War. I read 48 books on the Kennedy assassination. I wrote a screenplay about the event, titled Oswald Was Innocent. I wrote over 300 letters to the editor. I was in the U.S. Army for six years with a top-secret NATO security clearance. I therefore cannot comment on my life as a soldier. I have donated my body to the Dartmouth medical school. In the last 1970s, Newport’s local newspapers contained few stimulating letters to the editor. Over a two-year span a guy named Julius Allen sent letters critical of how the town operated. No one knew who he was. In those early days, you did not need to sign the letters. Eventually the newspaper (probably at the urging of the offended town officials) … I sent a few letters commenting on his letters. Finally Mr. Julius Allen signed his letters from Newport. Still, no one could find him. There the paper required a street address. Julius Allen listed 54 Main St., the address of Judge Harry Spanos’ office. The letters stopped. I was Julius Allen: Julius Irving and my oldest friend Allen Whipple. Good night.