Teeny-Bopper

She was the substance and I was the shadow.
-Philippa Gregory
"The Other Boleyn Girl"

Have you ever heard the Teeny-Bopper song by The Poni-Tails called BORN TO LATE (1958). I just discovered it today. How fun!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yF7WXoqkGSY

Born too late for you to notice me
To you, I'm just a kid that you won't date
Why was I born too late?
Born too late to have a chance to win your love
Oh why, oh why was it my fate
To be born too late?

I see you walk with another
I wish it could be me
I long to hold you and kiss you
But I know it never can be for I was
Born too late for you to care
Now my heart cries
Because your heart just couldn't wait
Why was I born too late?

Born too late for you to care
Now my heart cries
Because your heart just couldn't wait
Why was I born too la-a-a-a-ate?
Why was I born too late?
Too late

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 29, 1985
Saturday

I stopped by Great Western Savings to settle some Individual Retirement ‘stuff’. Then I proceeded to go to the gym for that workout I needed.

I telephone Rachelle, inviting her to lunch and the beach via a bike ride.
“I’d love to do that tomorrow,” Rachelle replied.
“Maybe we can go to the Alta Mira in Sausalito tomorrow.”
“I think I want to lie out.”
“Okay, we’ll talk tomorrow,” I said abruptly and hung up. Why should I rearrange my schedule? She can’t rearrange her schedule for me—for once. GMAB! (Give Me A Break!)
I wanted to scream. I could just scream. I had to let her go.

I enjoyed some French toast at mom’s house. John, Sherri and Ashley stopped by and took mom along to the San Jose flea market. Sherri’s girlfriend, Heidi, came over. Heidi was planning on going to the beach. I was almost going to accompany Heidi and her other girlfriend but I decided against it after they decided to go to Lake Chabot in Castro Valley instead of South Shore Beach in Alameda.

I telephoned Dale and explained to him about Rachelle’s non-accommodating comments today.
“I totally agree with you Michael. I can’t believe her!”
“Yeah, so I might go to the beach now.”
“I think I may go to the beach with Andrew, too, so I’ll see you there.”
I did lie out on the beach until they arrived. It was fun. They brought goodies.

I went home and Dale dropped by later. We went to the movies. We planned to see SILVERADO and the new James Bond film, A VIEW TO A KILL but it was Sold Out.

Dale and I ended up going to Rachelle’s house but she wasn’t home. She was working with Jim DeLeuze in San Ramon. So we took Glenn and Billy (Rachelle’s little brother) to get fireworks. After that stint we did go to the movies to see a scary Sci-Fi film called LIFEFORCE.

I came home and wondered about Rachelle’s ‘teeny-bopper’ mind in terms of her talk of COKE and questioning me about police entrapment protection issues. It worries me. I don’t have time to teach a teenage girl the morals of honest American living. I was worried and wondering what Rachelle was actually doing tonight. She claims to have worked out in San Ramon. I do believe her. I have no reason not to believe her.

When Dale and I got to my place we called her. She was home at that time (11:45PM). She was already in bed. She was kind of ‘out of it’. She sounded so tired, so I didn’t bother calling her again after Dale had left. It was good night for me.

We must struggle for our dreams, but we must also know that, when certain paths prove impossible, it would be best to save our energies in order to travel other roads.
-Paulo Coelho
"Like The Flowing River"