Berkowitz welcomed speaker at St.Louis Park Synagogue 2012

I just got Berkowitz mailing address from that site. I'm going to write him and ask some questions to see if he answers. Does anyone have any questions they want asked?

One other thing about major media in the Twin Cities-- it's FAKE NEWS all the way. The Cowles family has run the printed newspaper for decades. So if they dont report some news worthy event that doesnt mean much to me as it is within their keeping to brainwash the population. For all you know Berkowitz could be living off site and the media never reports it. I think John Hinkley got many furloughs during his 30 years.

I don't think the Cowles family has been involved with Minneapolis-St. Paul newspapers in over 20 years, since the late 90s

Just because John D Rockefeller sold Standard Oil to Wall Street, doesn't mean he didn't continue to have massive influence. Let's remember, my Hollyweird fave Prince Rogers Nelson hailed from the Twin Cities. And he was deeply, DEEPLY, into Doomsday. Deeply.

It was surprisingly seedy looking. It was clearly second-hand, and the custom purple/metal flake paint job was flaking off. But now he's dead, you hear these stories about how cheap he was. And how paranoid. That's how I found out how he knew my name--he was PARANOID. He HAD to know the names, etc, of anyone who came near him. So, apparently, he had seen me a few times in the building at Warner Bros in Culver City (I only went there a FEW times, but more than once) and must have asked someone to find out who the hell I was, because he ALSO saw me several mornings a week either getting into my car, or walking to work along Overland Ave near Olympic (on Fridays, I worked in the office, instead of going out to client locations, and I was the only person in LA who lived within walking distance of work.) I never bothered him; only waved "good morning," so after a while, he would leave the windows down, and when he saw me, he'd say, "Good morning, Tom," etc. What impressed me was, he went to work at 8:00 every morning just like every other Midwesterner living in LA. Except, he went to work in a cheap purple limo, and yes, he wore "those" Purple Rain clothes to the studio EVERY DAY. One morning, Madonna (it could have been Susanna Hoffs) was asleep in the back seat next to him, head in his lap. One Saturday night, on the Sunset Strip, going into a nightclub as the "escort" of a coworker whose out of town fiancee was Somebody at Apple Records, I heard someone going down the Strip holler, "Hey, Tom!" It was Prince, going by in his limo. Everyone, including my coworker, was like, "Who the hell is that guy, that Prince is waving at him?" But that's apparently the way he was, in a lot of ways. Just a nice, paranoid, Midwestern boy working hard in the Big City.