Karen and Amy

"This isn't a blasted literary epic!"
-Rex Harrison,
"The Ghost and Mrs Muir", 1947 Film

Twenty-five years ago today

March 1, 1986
Saturday

I was wondering whether Chad might come over to visit but he didn’t. I slept well.

I had called Doug about getting together per our tentative plans but he never returned my call. So I’m going to ‘later’ the idea of him altogether.

I went to mom’s house for breakfast. I then went riding on my bike via Shoreline Drive. I laid out on South Shore beach for a couple of hours. I got burnt a bit.

I figured Chad was working, so I didn’t bother calling him today.

In the evening I felt like going out alone only because a couple of cute gals gave me the eye at Baxter’s last night while I was in the company of Denise. And so…I got dressed and went to Bobby McGee’s.

While at Bobby McGee’s I met two girls within fifteen minutes of standing around by the bar. I met Karen Craven and her pal, Amy Pratt. Amy’s a New Yorker. Karen is from Kentucky and she’s gorgeous. Karen has brown hair and blue-gray eyes. We danced and laughed quite a bit. Karen gave me her telephone number.
Karen giggled as she said, “Why you ought to come with us to Fat Fanny’s.”
And so I did. I followed Karen and Amy to Fat Fanny’s. It was fun.  We followed the Fat Fanny’s place with a visit to Denny’s.  Karen drives like a maniac but she’s still a doll.  She’s joyful fun.  I wish I could have made love to Karen that night.  I learned that her ex-beau’s name is Michael, too.

When I arrived back home in Alameda at 3AM I called Karen’s telephone number.
“I just wanted to make sure you got home all right.”
“Yeah, you’re sure sweet. I’m okay,” Karen said with that Kentucky way of speaking.
“Okay, Good night,” I said.
“Good night.”
CLICK.
Dreamland.

"At the end of the day...who really knows?"
-FAIR GAME,
2010 motion-picture