Extra Cautious

"...In the States a special group of internal spy chasers was created within the C.I.A. in the 1960's. It was led by a James Jesus Angleton.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Jesus_Angleton
It very nearly sabotaged the entire C.I.A. Angleton's gang were as fanatical as they were paranoid. They suspected everyone in the C.IA. of being a Russian agent. As a result the agency's effectiveness in large areas was paraylzed."
"But that's all speculation..."
-Stieg Larsson
"The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets' Nest"

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 22, 1985
Saturday

I woke up at 8:30AM and went to mom’s house for breakfast. My brother, John, came over and we had some good laughs about being able to fart in front of your mates. John also shared an episode in which Sherri’s Dad caught him in her bedroom closet ‘stark naked’. I laughed.

Rachelle telephoned.
“How about if I come over at one-thirty?” I asked.
“Well, okay. That sounds good,” she replied.
“I wanted to surprise you but I thought we could go to San Francisco and take the Sausalito Ferry.”
“Why?” She asked. “Do you want to go shopping?”
“No, I don’t want to go shopping. It’s a nice day and I thought it would be fun.”
“Oh, okay. I thought you might just want to go shopping around. Let me call you back.”

When Rachelle called back a little later she was all upset and crying. As it turned out, she read an article in the Daily Review that a man was shot on the same block that her father lives.
“Michael, we have to go to my Dad’s house right away!”
“I don’t really feel like facing him right now.”
She began to get upset and started to cry.
I decided to go and surprise her. So I drove to her place in Castro Valley as fast as I could. We went to her Dad’s house and he was just fine. We didn’t stay there for very long. Her Dad didn’t come over to talk to me like he did the last time.

Rachelle and I went for a bite at LYON’s Restaurant. Everything was very lovey-dovey while we were in the restaurant. When we left I (once again) decided to NOT let her have her way.
“I will drive this time,” I insisted.
“No, I want to drive,” she purred.
I held tightly to the car keys and we just stuck around in the parking lot for a while. Finally, I got inside the car and started to nap behind the wheel for a while. Then I decided to just give in to her.
“Ah, hell…you drive! Let’s go to my house,” I exclaimed as she smiled sweetly.

I allowed Rachelle to drive my car to my house and when we arrived we made sweet love upstairs. Lucky me as Marty went to Sacramento once again for the weekend. Rachelle and I took a nap. When we woke up she started to do some neat stretching, physical therapy exercises on me and my legs. It felt really good.

It was Rachelle’s idea. We tried to reenact the first time we made love—as best we could later that night (after we made-up again). This time mom had invited me over to her house because Helen had baked some chicken. Rachelle didn’t want to go.
“Well, if you don’t want to go, then I’ll just take you home,” I said.
“No, I’ll stay here. You can go to your mom’s and I’ll wait until you get back.”
“You’re being childish!”
“No I’m not.”
“I’m just taking you home,” I implored.
By now, all of this time had passed with our bickering that I decided to NOT go to mom’s house after all. We, of course, made up.

Rachelle said, “I won’t be reading any of your past journals anymore.”
“Oh good,” I thought, realizing that the journal I am writing in RIGHT NOW may be a bit more tempting for her. So I need to be extra cautious with this one.

After a nice lovemaking evening together I drove Rachelle back to Castro Valley.


"I have learned NOT to think little of any one's belief, no matter how strange it may be. I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane."
-Bram Stoker
"Dracula"