Stormy Weather

I believe literature provides a looser, broader, more varied medium in which to explore one's identity than movies or television do.
-Christopher Bram
"Mapping the Territory"

Twenty-five years ago today

February 14, 1986
Friday

It was pouring rain this morning. Traffic was tough. The workday was busy and a lot of my coworkers didn’t show up for work. Strangely enough, a lot of folks were allowed to leave the office early. I worked alongside Judy today because Cindy Chow had the day off. Judy would ask me a question whenever she ran into a problem. I was more than happy to assist her.

Work finally ended and the rumor about the Oakland-Bay Bridge being CLOSED was just that: “a rumor”.

I drove home thinking about the phone call I received at work from Chad.
Chad asked, “Why don’t you come over to my place and we’ll send out for pizza since it’s so stormy.”
I had said, “Okay, I’ll be at your house between seven-thirty and eight o’clock.”

I arrived at Chad’s house at seven-thirty and we decided to go to FAT FANNY’s in Fremont for dinner. I treated him on this Valentine’s Day. We had a good time. He liked the Valentine’s Card I gave him. I liked the Valentine’s Card he chose for me, too. It was thoughtful. I almost didn’t expect one.

After eating at FAT FANNY’s we were going to see the new Kevin Bacon movie called QUICKSILVER. There are a lot of good bike scenes I had noticed from the Preview of Coming Attractions. We missed the last showing by fifteen minutes, so we ended up going back to Castrol Valley to watch TV.

We lounged around and I decided to spend the night. I ‘came’ real soon. I was not up to my usual scheme of things. Chad made up for it in the morning. I’ve missed Chad. We had a good Valentine’s Day.


"I felt like a happy bear with a pot of excellent honey as I absorbed it."
-May Sarton (commenting on POETRY)
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