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Chapter 20<br />

Running Aground<br />

'I don't think I will ever regret making my discoveries public. My sole purpose was to serve and give<br />

man the knowledge I had . . . I've never looked to quarrel with anybody.' (First statement to the press<br />

by L. Ron Hubbard for five years, read by Diana Hubbard at a reception in Quebec, to launch a new<br />

edition of Dianetics, 28 April 1976.)<br />

• • • • •<br />

Frankie Freedman, a former pit boss in a Las Vegas casino and a Scientologist of ten years'<br />

standing, knew the Sea Org was going ashore because he had been scouring South Carolina,<br />

Georgia and Florida for a property with a security perimeter which could be used as a staging-post<br />

until a permanent land base was established. His 'shore story' was that he was a representative of<br />

a phoney corporation - Southern Land Sales and Development - which was looking to lease<br />

properties for church-organized retreats. 'LRH knew that if we went into town and said we were<br />

Scientologists,' said Freedman, 'we'd be out on our asses.'[1]<br />

Early in August 1975, Freedman found a run-down motel, the Neptune, on the shore at Daytona<br />

Beach in Florida. He contacted the owner, presented his Southern Land Development business<br />

card, and offered to rent the entire motel for three months. They agreed on a figure of $50,000. Two<br />

days later, Mark Schecter arrived with the money in a suitcase.<br />

In his cabana at the Hilton in Curaçao, Hubbard summoned the faithful Dincalci, who was once<br />

more restored to favour, and told him: 'We're going to leave the ship. Get some money, go to<br />

Daytona Beach and find me a place close to the Neptune motel. They have those condomiums all<br />

over the place - pick up one of them.' Dincalci remembered being rather touched by Hubbard's mispronunciation<br />

of condominium which seemed to emphasize how long the Commodore had been<br />

absent from his own country.[2]<br />

On board the Apollo, it was by this time common knowledge that the Commodore was planning to<br />

return to the United States. Sea Org officers were already making plans to get the crew ashore in<br />

small groups through the international airports at Miami, Washington DC and New York so as not<br />

to alert federal agencies to what was happening. Non US-citizens were provided with return tickets<br />

and told to enter the United States as tourists. The ship was to be left at Freeport in the Bahamas<br />

with a skeleton crew until she could be sold.<br />

Hubbard, meanwhile, slipped out of Curaçao on a direct flight to Orlando, Florida, accompanied by<br />

Mary Sue and Kima Douglas. They were driven to Daytona Beach, where Jim Dincalci had rented<br />

adjoining suites in a modern seafront hotel a couple of hundred yards down the road from the<br />

Neptune motel. Within a few days, the first Sea Org personnel began moving into the Neptune.<br />

None if them was supposed to know the Commodore was living just down the road.<br />

'We all used to pretend not to know where he was,' said David Mayo, 'although it was pretty obvious.<br />

We could see his hotel from the balcony of the motel, but everyone was told to stay away, not even<br />

go in there for a drink, because there were SPs [suppressive persons] there. Nobody believed that;<br />

it was too outlandish. Then he used to visit us every day and he would arrive in a gold Cadillac<br />

which we had seen leave the hotel a few minutes earlier. It would turn in the opposite direction, go

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