Good, Clean Fun

More and more I have come to believe that what I must try to learn is to do only what I feel like doing on a given day.
-May Sarton
October 25, 1993
"At Eighty-Two: A Journal"

Twenty-five years ago today:

November 16, 1985
Saturday

Chad and I slept together fairly well. Chad showed me a number of photos of himself and his family. He also gave me a few of his photos. That was nice of him.

We got up, deciding to start our Saturday. Chad played the piano and sang me two songs as I ate a meal on a muffin that Larry had made for me. We sort of watched “The Voyagers”, a syndicated show starring the handsome actor who had committed suicide, Jon-Erik Hexum.

By 2 o’clock in the afternoon Chad finally got his energy up. Maybe it was after the shower ‘we’ took. We left for my house with intentions of going on the planned bicycling excursion.

We got on the bikes and I gave Chad a tour of Alameda from East to West. He enjoyed it. I enjoyed his company, too. I guided him up to Park Street, up Central Avenue and via Grand Avenue and Webster Street and on through Shoreline Drive, and back to Harbor Bay Isle. It was fun despite his complaints about a high seat and my wobbly wheel.

We returned to my house and watched “The Collector”. Then we had some ‘GCF’ (Good Clean Fun), showered and went to NATION’S Burgers to quench our hunger pains. A couple of “long-hairs” walked into the burger joint and asked us for a quarter. We just shrugged and ignored them.

I gave Chad his piano phone. He was quite surprised.

After Nations, we went to Gallagher’s where my brother, John, was bartending. John made me a White-Russian while he made Chad a Long Island Iced-Tea. John placed it on his tab. That was nice of him. We also went to Scott’s but Chad’s friend was busy working. We left and returned to my house and watched ‘Dreamscape’ and ‘A Little Sex’. Then we ‘hit the hay’. Yawn.


The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves.
-Oscar Wilde
"The Picture of Dorian Gray"