Meet Albert “Bert” Caswell. I did. In the usual way. On the streets. Last Saturday night. During a parade on Frenchman St.
I was on my way home with my rig after a super busy day of trying to save the world from its inevitable destruction when a Margi Gras parade blocked my path home. As I was talking to a man about said destruction, as this spectacular was going on next to us, Bert comes in extremely amp-ed up and takes over the conversation dropping the most powerful names in politics as if he knows them on a 1st-name basis. He does.
I finally asked him, “who in the fuck are you?” And when I asked him what he does he gave me the old “if I told you I’d have to kill you,” meme.
Bert in the the Congressional Guide and a prolific poet, author and speaker. He has letters of tribute from Congressman and Presidents. His story has been written-up in POLITICO and other publications. His poems have often been read and quoted on the floor of Congress by said representatives. His demeanor is on of someone that is completely sure of himself, yet without being overly cocky.
Bert hung around for about 30-minutes as we went back and forth. He finally said that he agreed with everything I was on about but 9/11. So I schooled him. Having the screen on the rig is golden. When I showed him WTC-7 he was stumped.
I made him promise he’d research it more and get back too me. Maybe he will, maybe he won’t. Maybe I will see him again, and he’ll kill me.