Deja Vu

"Here's a motive.   Men, overreact to pain.  And when they do?   They take everybody with them."
-Richard Price
"Lush Life"

Twenty-five years ago today:

August 20, 1985
Tuesday

I left for work earlier than usual this morning since I didn’t know a thing about getting around in Daly City. It’s a good thing I left when I did due to all of the 'rubber-neckers' looking at an overturned and derailed truck accident of some sort.  Luckily, I even had time to fill up my tank with gas in Daly City.   I am in my car, outside the Installation Center now. I am dumbfounded as to the tour of the day but at least I have a name (Sam Freeman) that I will be expected to report to this morning.

My half-day in Daly City was semi-rewarding. I learned a bit of what the Installation Center is doing. I liked it but I’d like to ride-a-long with an Installer one day.  At least I was able to get out of work early today (four-thirty).

I was home by 5:05PM and slept until 6:20PM. I decided to give Lorraine Garcia a call. We were supposed to go out to eat at Giovanni’s but I really was in no mood to go. I know I have put her off long enough. I mean, she’s okay as a friend. That’s it! I am just not attracted to her in the sexual extent of things.   My phone rang and I looked at it in alarm.  I didn’t want to answer it.

When I called Lorraine we decided to go to Horatio’s in Berkeley instead.   It’s a lot closer.  I felt better about that.   When I arrived at Lorraine’s house I felt like I was there before with my cousin, Cecelia Markus.   It was very déjà vu.   In fact, I am sure I was there.   I mentioned it to Lorraine but she just gave me a puzzled look, so I dropped it.

Lorraine and I had a nice dinner.   We were served by a cute, nice waitress who was originally from Ohio.
Lorraine treated, so that was nice, too.  We stopped to check out some gym on Doolittle Drive in San Leandro.  It was just an okay sort of gym.  I dropped Lorraine off at home and proceeded to go home to do my ‘Muscle Motion’ aerobics video work out.

Dale telephoned.
“Michael, I just want to apologize for snapping at you when you returned from the 'ride day' yesterday.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” I said, wondering why he was really calling.
Dale has made some humongous sales strides by selling statewide 800 WATS lines versus half-State or Metro lines to existing customers.

I sent Karen Melton another card.   I’ve also been trying to call Paloma in Paris but her line is disconnected!   So now what?  I guess I will worry about that once I make my Paris arrival.

My jock-itch is improving but it seemed to spread a little bit; however, that is clearing up, too.   What a relief it will be when I can comfortably go cycling again.

I miss my niece, Ashley Marie Armijo.  I wish I could spend more time with her. At least she recognizes me as ‘Uncle Mike’.   She’s a doll…my little doll.

"It's one little part of the world but things take place there just like anywhere else."
-as heard in the 1995 film, "SMOKE"