Her Mind Was Drifting

“My father often said that when I played chess, my strategy was indifferent but my tactics were good.”
-Edward Rutherford
LONDON, the novel

Twenty-five years ago today:

July 25, 1986
Friday

I arrived at work at 7AM once again. More overtime means more cash.

I blurted the fact that I was working at the Pac Bell booth at the Contra Costa County Fair while Helen, Margaret and I were out in Chinatown for lunch. Margaret was disturbed by this news.
“No one mentioned this to me,” Margaret said with a tight lip.
Oh well…

I drove to Sue Croce’s house in Fremont. I actually called Mark before I left, telling him to meet us at Black Angus later. He has an interview in the morning, so I doubt he’ll show up.

It’s a good thing he didn’t show up because Sue and I never did go to Black Angus.

We had a late night munchies at LYON’s and discussed the disappointing movie called “HAUNTED HONEYMOON”. The opening scenes were pretty good but it wasn’t so great overall. I took Sue home. She gave me some folders that were especially made for my stocks that I was planning to invest with. That was sweet of her.

Sue made me feel kind of distant. There was something going on in the back of her mind. I am not so sure what. She didn’t really confide in me about what might be troubling her. I guess I won’t know for a while at least. Maybe it’s because of the way I was dressed (better than her). Or maybe it’s because I played Johnny Schaefer’s song called ALWAYS. I don’t know where her mind was drifting at times. Cest la vie. I went straight to bed by midnight. Yawn.

“Even in our darkest hour we must remember to never despair.”
-The Greatest Game Ever Played
2005 motion-picture