And some kind of legend still lives on… I really don’t think much of him one way or another. Love and hate require a connection that I do not nor have ever had to Vic Lundberg. I do believe I said early on that he was a curiosity to me.
And to Scott, I do know I have 2 brothers in GR and I presume both to be honorable men. One has struggled and is hopefully doing well. Another farms and, while he could have been easily influenced by his dad and namesake son, he and his wife somehow escaped, fled Phoenix and went home to their healthier roots.
When Vic Lundberg died there had been much trouble brewing. Both he and Vic son were being tried at the Federal level in the Arizona courts. It’s my belief that the charges were having to do with gun running, gem smuggling and probably drugs.
Unfortunately, my brother (age 34 at the time in 1976) died during this trial or grand jury hearing. There was much rumor around his death and finger pointing towards who may have orchestrated his death. Danny, his partner (if I dare) was suspected of giving him something to ingest that would bring on a heart attack.
Vic Lundberg Jr. lived a fast and hard life. His father, Victor Lundberg, took him to a new level of corruption. Bad food, illegal acts and the stress resulting from both are what killed him. Vic told his wife, Kaye, when the trial was over he would be doing hard time and he didn’t yet know how much. The stress of this caused his heart attack.
Vic Lundberg Sr. didn’t even bother to come to the funeral that was held in Oregon City. That’s how devoted a father he was. True to form though, he did manage to wiggle out of the legal trouble in Arizona. I’m sure he became a witness for the feds and threw my brother, his son, under the bus.
None will ever be sure though as the records are most certainly sealed by now. What I do know is that the great legend Vic Lundberg mysteriously fled Sun City, AZ with his wife Claudia who was near death with cancer and traveled by car looking for any family member to take them in. He would call me and tell me her skin was literally falling off her face and being left on the pillow. May have been true but it was far more likely a good story to get someone to take them in. Why he was on the run I do not know.
Why did he flee and why did he make this poor woman endure this trip? The million dollar question! She died, of course she died! She too died without dignity and without the loving care she surely deserved. Alone on the road and begging…I can’t even imagine.
His preservation over all other matters was all that mattered. Advertising was his schtick and he was masterful at it. A golden throated sociopath with charisma. The words flowed like the notes from a magical flute and people followed and, better yet, they paid money to hear the golden throat.
It is a statement of truth that I feel nothing for him or about him. I can tell you what I know of him completely devoid of emotion. This man was not a patriot. He was a man who was skilled at putting words together to convince people of a course of action. Whether it was to be a libertarian, be a patriot, buy his record or buy the car he was selling the pitch was for personal gain. Money and power. And, as with any charismatic, there are plenty of folks ready to do their bidding hence, providing the rewards sought.
After 40 years folks are still doing the same thing. Too bad his son’s haven’t done the Elvis thing and made a business out of managing this image the public continues to enhance.
Checking in here occasionally is amusing to me. Quite an amazing feat to craft words with the intent making a fortune and after 40 years folks are blindly interested and chatting about and giving meaning to something that really never had meaning. Maybe we are unable to see veils of dishonesty. Maybe our need to have or create legends over-rides our reason.
Gawd, there are truly so many great and wise people out there who should be heard, deserve discourse and analytical review. GO FIND THE TRUE LEGENDS OF THIS TIME. Maybe give some thought to global warming and the issues that matter. This man doesn’t matter and any time spent talking about him is a waste of time.
Good thing I can type really fast so I don’t have to waste much time!