One flash--and even the waiters are friendly!"
-William Corlett
"Two Gentleman Sharing"
Twenty-five years ago today:
September 1, 1986
Monday
While at DENNY’s I explained to Johnny Schaefer that I had no real commitments to anyone ‘at this time’.
He nodded with interest.
I think his roommate, Jeff, might like me. He seemed to carry a slight attraction towards me. He’s a blond, blue-eyed graphic artist.
Johnny asked, “How do you meet people?”
I laughed and explained, “I don’t know. It just happens. I don’t go out in search of people.”
I could tell that he seemed a bit disturbed because I didn’t comply with sensual suggestions that he made ‘under pressure’ tactics a la my leg on top of his. Ha-ha.
I explained, “I don’t want to rush into anything.”
I couldn’t hear myself saying, “I’m really not attracted enough.”
I had to be nice. In hindsight I now know that he was a mishap fling of initial excitement when we’d first met. There’s no more to it except friendship (if he wants it).
I am on my way back home now. All in all my Labor Day Weekend in Los Angeles was fun and eventful. The moral of my ‘trip’ story is ‘Have friends in every port…but leave limits where they belong and/or are appropriate’.
My AIR CAL flight got me in to Oakland International Airport in a timely manner. It was scary when I considered an Aero México flight that had crashed into a charter flight on Sunday. There were sixty-seven people on board. All of them were killed. How terrible to be wiped-out ‘just like that’. Yikes.
Ma and Pa picked me up at the airport. I tagged along with mom and Sherri to South Shore Shopping Center. Mom bought me a thermal shirt and two t-shirts. She’s a sweetheart. Why did she make these purchases for me? It’s because she loves me…I guess.
I ate at mom’s house and started to watch TV. It wasn’t long when I decided to go home where I spent most of the night attaching all of my postcards together into some sort of art form in the spare room wall where I do all of my ironing.
I spoke to Frank Vaconcellos today (886-0700). He is still living in Hayward. His mom was very nice to me over the phone. Frank and I haven’t seen or spoken to one another in months. We made a promise to get-together sometime soon.
Johnny Schaefer telephoned and left me a message on my recorder. I didn’t return his call yet. I believe he just wanted to be sure I made it home okay. That was very kind of him.
My postcard art deco postings were inspired by Jeff (Johnny’s roommate) because he had done something similar to his room.
I don’t feel like going to work. My car is acting up. It won’t start-up smoothly—like it used to do. I am crossing my fingers that I won’t have trouble until the end of the week. I will most likely take the car in for servicing on Saturday at some Auto Repair Shop.
We lived in a mist of half-shared, unreliable perception, and our sense data came warped by prise of desire and belief, which tilted our memories, too.
-William Golding
"Lord of the Flies"
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