My Hero

"A man whom the people elect to an important place in their government is always blamed for everything that goes wrong," my father said.
-James Mitchell Clarke
"Luis of Gudalajara"

Twenty-five years ago today

January 26, 1986
Sunday

Chad and I awoke rather late this morning. We both washed our cars. We both showered and went to La Val’s Pizza for a large combo.  We watched the Super Bowl together on La Val’s large TV screen as we munched on our pizza.

Chad shocked me when he said, “Ronald Reagan is my hero.”
I made a negative sigh.
He resented me for it.
It still surprised me to know that he considers him a ‘hero’.

After our pizza we went to my place and continued to watch the Super Bowl game. It was a long drawn out game. We went upstairs, screwed around and napped a bit.


Before we knew it the time was 4:30PM. Chad readjusted himself and got ready to leave. I could tell that was his plan. He did leave.

I had taped a Natalie Wood movie called “The Memory of Eva Ryker” while I had gone to mom and dad’s house for dinner.


My chin blemish (or wart) is getting better. However, I did say that a month ago.


Mom had me accompany her to SAFEWAY for a few goodies. Mom made me a homemade meatloaf sandwich for lunch tomorrow. What a sweetheart.


I returned home and spent the evening with Natalie Wood (by way of watching that movie, “The Memory of Eva Ryker”) until 9:30PM. I knew it was time to turn in, so I did.


"Do you survive because of what is in you?
Or because of what isn't...?"
-Richard Price
"Lush Life"