Michael Joe Armijo's Blog, page 114

Sweet Rice

[image error] "Memories are a way of keeping the past alive."
-KYLE-XY, The Tell-Tale Heart
Episode 8

Twenty-five years ago today:

July 22, 1986
Tuesday

I am working some good overtime hours. It may pay off in the long run.

I received a catalog from BACHRACH with some neat suede pants. The price tag was $150.00. I am tempted to buy them (believe me).

I made it to the gym tonight. I saw Mark walk in. He had come from work and he was wearing his tie and white shirt and all. I had never seen him all dressed like that. He looked great. His interview with Sierra Design was today.
Mark said, "I'm debating on whether or not I want to work with them."
Mark and I were both speaking with this one gal who does the aerobics class with us. We were telling her about the San Francisco Marathon and how all of our toes were in agony.
She laughed.

There is still no word on Los Angeles and the STAFF positions at Pac Bell Directory. It looks like I must be patient—yet again.

Mom made me some of her sweet rice with the whipped egg whites and sprinkles of cinnamon on top. She knows that's my "favorite".

I filled out a few lottery entries for the Second Chance Drawing. One never knows.

I telephoned Sue Croce to firm up our date this Friday night. We are going to see "Haunted Honeymoon", starring Gene Wilder and Gilda Radner.
Video: Scene from "Haunted Honeymoon"

"It may be over between us…but it's not finished."
-Women in Love,
1969 motion-picture

A 'No Show'

[image error] "Sharing the danger made it feel all right."
-1938, A Brief Encounter
A Noel Coward play seen in Brooklyn, NY
on Dec. 2, 2009

Twenty five years ago today:

July 21, 1986
Monday

It was back to work. It was hard for me to walk. It was hard to sit and just plain 'get up' from my seat. I managed though.

Margaret returned to work but she's off to Louisiana to take Lance to see his paternal grandmother who is very ill. Al Martinez, Margaret Lai and I all joined together for lunch at B and M Chinese at 62 Second Street.

I didn't even bother going to the gym on this evening. I figured I'd given my body enough of a shock from yesterday's SF Marathon. I did telephone Mark to let him know I'd be a 'no show'.
"Okay, I'll bring your keys on Tuesday," Mark said.
I had forgotten that he had my keys.

I stayed home on Monday night and watched a program about young runaways. I felt my own life was pretty good after watching that true-life news story. I also watched a flick called "SENDER". It was about a man who could make people read his mind and think and feel what he was thinking or feeling. Sometimes he was able to do this without wanting to do it. I fell asleep watching it though. I never saw the very end of it.

Johnny Schaefer called me. He wanted to let me know that he'd received my message. I guess he's coming over to visit one weekend next month. We shall see.

"Chemistry is about what you feel in your heart."
-KYLE=XY,
Chemistry 101, Episode 7

Marathon Adventure

[image error] "We are a mere dot in the ocean…"
-Shyam Selvadurai
"Cinnamon Gardens", a novel

Twenty five years ago today:

July 20, 1986
Sunday

Mark Landreth and his older brother (a surprising FAT one—at that) made it to my house in the early morning hours. We were off to San Francisco for the MARATHON adventure in Mark's car. We had a late start but it didn't stop us. We did it! However, I was only able to do "seventeen miles" because I stupidly wore my Dad's 8 ½ size tennis shoe. I was dying. I had to stop. I had run in the shoes before but not for such a long-distance. I needed more toe room. The blisters were murder.

I arranged for Tony and Helen to pick me up because I never found Mark and his brother again. Mark did call me later though.

Ron Leoni called to check-up on me, too.
Ron said, "Yeah, I had to call my Dad to wire me more money."
[image error] From this statement I got the impression that he doesn't seem to be doing too well for himself. Ron went on and on about how his (Pharmacist) dad had been lecturing him.

I watched ALFRED HITCHCOCK Presents with mom and dad on this night. I soaked my feet while watching the show. I lounged, bathed and recovered from the MARATHON adventure for most of the day. Sadly, the sores and blisters on my feet were not feeling so good.

"A wise son gives joy not only to his father but also to the entire world."
-The Tirukkural, v.68

Windsurfing

[image error] This is my world, it seemed to say, and you can't take my domain away from me.
-Mavis Cheek
"Mrs. Fytton's Country Life"

Twenty five years ago today:

July 19, 1986
Saturday

I woke up and went to mom's house. I gave her the GUCCI purse. She LOVED it. She made me her homemade spaghetti bolognese dish for lunch. After the meal I went home to my place and 'lounged'.

Mark Landreth called to see what I was doing.
"I'm going to Alameda to windsurf," Mark announced.
"Oh great…I'll meet you there on my bike,"  I said excitedly.
I sat on the beach with my bike turned upside down to avoid sand in my spokes.  I watched Mark get his gear together.  What a chore to prepare for windsurfing.  His Brazilian un-touchables (fellow wind surfers) were there.  All in all, it was nice to be out to observe the windsurf happenings.

PHOTO: Brazilian male model, Julio Capeletti
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Cindy drove by while I was there on the beach. It wasn't too much longer until Mark and I parted ways for the day.  I went o my mom's house again and started to watch that movie called WHITE KNIGHTS (with mom and Sherri).  It wasn't too exciting because I fell asleep watching it.

Imagination is the capacity to rearrange available data or to extrapolate from them.
-Jules Verne
"Paris in the Twentieth Century",
the Lost Novel

Fun To Be With

[image error] "You can't mope around all day and expect your whole life to be a Hallmark Card!"
-Tales of the City,
1994 TV series

Twenty-five years ago today:

July 18, 1986
Friday

We bid Winnie Wong farewell at a place called THE FRONT PAGE. A festive group from my office gathered there for drinks. It was fun.

After the farewell festivities I telephoned Mark and went to his house. He had a note on his door for me using his TEXAS INSTRUMENTS stationary. He wrote: Mike, I went to the bank.

I waited in my car for him to return. We ended up going to see a movie called BACK TO SCHOOL, a comical movie starring Rodney Dangerfield. It won't win any awards but it was fun for a few laughs.
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After the movie we dropped by BLACK ANGUS in San Lorenzo. It was sort of dead there, so we moved on to THE SNEAKY TIKI.  It was an okay night. Mark is fun to be with.

"You can't always get what you want."
-GLEE, TV series
Episode 13, "Sectionals"

Ready For A Change

[image error] "I wish you could know everything about my life without my telling you."
-Daniel Deronda,
2002 mini-series

Twenty-five years ago today:

July 17, 1986
Thursday

I cannot believe I am here in San Francisco at 6:30AM. OH well, I guess I am excited. I couldn't sleep very well last night. My mind was just racing and thinking of all sorts of things. I was picturing myself as a Telecommunications Director of El Camino Hospital, making more bucks than I am doing now.  Time will tell.  There are really so many things I would like to do.  Why limit myself to Pac Bell for the rest of my life?  I've been there for four years—not to mention the three and a half years with Pacific Telephone that I can eventually bridge to make seven and a half years eventually.  I am RFAC (Ready For A Change).

The San Francisco Marathon is twenty-six miles.  It is happening this Sunday and it looks like Mark and I are going to plunge-in and go for it.  Sounds fun!

I was at work at 7AM and was so wired after having a medium cup of coffee.  I was so hyper and feeling good.  I was raring to go.  I won't make a habit of getting up so early again.  It's fun for a change though.  I mailed out those letters for those other jobs today.

I returned a phone call to Ron Leoni.  He had called to verify our trip to New York.
I said, "That's right…only twenty more days!"

My GUCCI watchband broke.  That's okay.  I plan to take it in for repair tomorrow.  At the same time I will look for a GUCCI purse for mom's birthday.  I think she would like something like that.

I had a good day at work.  All of my customers were cool and pleasant.

I want to make time to read some writing excerpts in the new issue of ESQUIRE Magazine.

Tomorrow is Friday night and it will be time to bid Winnie Wong farewell.  She is leaving our office. I thought I'd go and maybe have one fuzzy-navel cocktail and/or a Corona beer with lime in celebration of her new beginning.

Dale Orlando is thinking of buying a new car.  I guess he's raking in the dough.  We both signed up as interested to work overtime at the Contra Costa County Fair 'Pac Bell' booth.

By the end of 1986 it will be interesting to see where I am.  What position will I be holding?  If I am still exactly where I am now…well, "Hogwash!"

Dave Vigil went on and on about his new lover in San Jose.  He's not running the San Francisco Marathon.
"I'm going to take a break and slow down and go to Clearlake.  My parents own a cabin there—you know."
"Sounds good," I said politely.

I did make my visit to the gym tonight.  Mark Landreth went for the aerobics class while I focused-in on the Nautilus weight training.
[image error] Steve came in to renew his gym membership. It was only then that I realized he spells his name Stephen Green.
Steve suggested happily, "We should go to dinner next week."
"That sounds like a good idea."
"You know—I was just talking about you to an old friend of mine named Ron."
I wondered if it was the Ron I had met once from Willits, CA.  I didn't bother to ask.


I ordered a medium pizza and ate two slices.  I have to prepare myself for the Sunday Marathon and eat a lot of carbohydrate-filled foods like bananas, fruits, veggies, breads, pasta and pizza.


I watched the 20/20 News program tonight.  The true stories included an ex-wife who revealed her husband was a spy for Russia; Prince Edward married a redhead (a commoner who lived on a three million dollar estate); a man was released from prison after several years and wrongly accused of a murder that he didn't commit.


I called Sue Croce.
"Guess what."
"What?"
"I'm running the Marathon on Sunday."
She shrugged.  I found her to be not-so-very supportive.  What a wench.  I'll show her!

"I suppose I have had "homosexual" feelings since I was six or seven years old, but until that time I was afraid to "admit" it to anyone, especially myself."
-Warren J Blumenfeld, Washington D.C.
"Telling Tales Out of School"
edited by Kevin Jennings

Anxieties

[image error] "If you want an omelet you've got to break a few eggs."
-Brad Pitt
"Fight Club", 1999 motion-picture

Twenty five years ago today:

July 16, 1986
Wednesday

My day was semi-productive. It has been very busy in the office lately. I moseyed along to McDonalds for lunch. My day continued rather quickly. After a short nap at home I made my usual visit to the gym.

Mark Landreth showed up at the gym and I decided to do the aerobics class with him. I did pretty well. I like the working up of a good sweat. It makes you feel like you really did something good to release all of the anxieties.

After the gym workout I kept my 'avenues' open. I wrote cover letters and resumes to Triad Systems Corporation in Sunnyvale, CA. I sent one to some Western Regional Company's Sales Manager, El Camino Hospital in Mountain View, Phillip Abrams of Out of Our Minds Advertising Agency, Industrial Indemnity, Tel Plus Communications, Pac Tel Info Systems, Pac Tel Publishing, Pac Tel Mobile, and of course to Peter Brent of Laura Todd Co. I also submitted bids for two staff clerk positions in Los Angeles (though those two positions don't seem too lucrative).

Johnny Schaefer called me during my naptime.
"I can't wait for my music coach to come back from the Moody Blues tour. My coach is confident that I can get set up in some night club here in L.A.," said Johnny.
What could I say but, "That's great, Johnny!"

Mark had mentioned some Marathon on Sunday. I wonder if he was serious about it. I ought to give him a call to find out.

I am so glad I have been doing a little something each night to give myself exposure to other firms in the outside world. I am feeling claustrophobic being at Pac Bell. Tonight I moved in on inquiries to M, ESQUIRE, GQ and the Ford Agency regarding my being on the cover of a major magazine. Ha-ha. That's just for fun. I can dream…or at least vision it, can't I? I don't believe it would hurt to make an attempt.

Maybe mom can pick-up my photographs today.

In 1925, when F.O. Matthiessen, the noted Harvard literary historian and critic, was still a graduate student at Oxford, he wrote to his lover, the painter Russel Cheney, "We are complex--both of us--in that we are neither wholly man, woman, or child."
-George Chauncey
"Gay New York"

More Connections

[image error] He had a fascination with all forms of learning and would seek out those who had it and do best to engage them in conversation. "Time spent with a man of learning is never wasted," he would say earnestly.
-Edward Rutherford
"London", the novel

Twenty-five years ago today:

July 15, 1986
Tuesday

It was another day, another bill and another headache. The headache will only get to one if one let's it get to him or her.

I had Mr. Toupee sit around with me again all day. He's a drag.

At lunchtime, Mary McTiernan and I took a walk out near Powell Street. We dropped in to Laura Todd Cookies. Debra Neil was not there. She and Peter Brent were at Burger King across the way. I finally met Peter Brent:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/P._T._Brent

The meeting with Mr. Brent got my mind circulating. I need external exposure to the outside world. I need to feel improved changes in my life. And so, each day I must do something about it. Today, I typed up a brief resume and a letter to this influential Peter Brent.

Tomorrow I will type another cover letter and work on a new project daily until something new turns up. It is time. I need to make moves now. I will do my best. Mary could tell I had ideas flourishing. Peter Brent is only one avenue of many.

I ought to make more connections out there. That is what I will do. I want to ride my bike more. I want to write my book more seriously. I must format an outline at least.

I went to the gym and saw Steve Green on the Life Cycle. I mounted the bike next to him.
Steve said, "George went to L.A. again."
I nodded as I'm sure Steve thought I was interested.
Steve continued, "George met someone in LA the previous week and he paid for George's visit back down there."
"Figures," I said.
Steve and I didn't talk a whole lot after that.
[image error] Mark was at the gym. I took the 8:30PM aerobics class with him and his brother, Phil, after they persuaded me to join up.


My Dad is on vacation this week. I didn't know.


Bruce Goured called me. Yuck! I wish he'd leave me alone. He's a geek. I will continue to put him off. Henceforth, I will not make time for him.


Money is short. Time is short. I could use more money. I could use more time. I have to work with the 24-hours a day that we all have.


I spoke to Sue Croce over the telephone tonight.
I said, "You know, Sue, you are so SSB."
"What does that mean?"
"Oh, you know---it's one of my acronyms that I made up. I can't tell you."
She was dying to know what the acronym meant (SSB: Some Smooth Body).
We talked last night and on July 25th we decided that we may go out to see "HONEYMOON THRILLER", starring Gilda Radner. Sue is really sweet. I ought to know her better. I am beginning to know her. She is nice. Our nightly phone talks are becoming more frequent.

...he had stood by his convictions, a man of courage and honesty. A sliver of light opened in her, as if someone had separated the louvers of a blind.
-Shyam Selvadurai
"Cinnamon Gardens", a novel

"The Guy"

[image error] Like most revealed secrets, the novelty of it had worn off over the years.
-Shyam Selvadurai
"Cinnamon Gardens", a novel

Twenty-five years ago today:

Inserted in my July 14, 1986 journal entry was a two-page story that I wrote in 1986 as a potential write-up that I thought of giving to Mark Landreth. It's called "The Guy". I never did give it to Mark. This is what was written:
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"The Guy"

Once upon a time there was a nineteen year old guy who was overwhelmed with excitement over meeting a girl named Stephanie Mason at Santa Clara's GREAT AMERICA Amusement Park. He thought he was IN LOVE. With the exception of a few dates here and there throughout high-school (which didn't amount to much) he was smitten over Stephanie.

It was 1978 and this nineteen year old guy was working graveyard and evening shifts for a major company. One summer night he finished his shift at midnight and went to his car in an isolated parking lot. It was dark and not a very good area in Downtown Oakland. He was randomly met by a muscle-bound man, wearing tight white pants. The guy was startled at first but then realized the man was friendly. The muscle-bound man made a proposition that excited 'the guy'. It all happened so fast but the guy went to the muscle-bound man's apartment and had a quick, brief homosexual affair.

The guy was crushed to say the least because there wasn't much he could do about the incident. It all happened so quickly. He just went with his feelings and felt ever so guilty afterward. He felt ashamed and could tell no one for fear of embarrassment and accusations of being gay. He was also surprised that the muscle-bound man had given the guy a business card. The muscle-bound guy worked at a mortuary (of all places).
The guy silently cried as he drove home asking himself, "How could I do that?"
The guy hoped to forget it all. In time, the guy would eventually face what happened and go on with his life. The guy knew there was a telephone number on the business card but he chose to throw it away in a trash can. He wanted to erase the incident from his mind.

The guy's relationship with his newfound girlfriend (Stephanie) went well for a while. Then the guy had to move further away to attend school elsewhere. While in this college town he dated some real 'lookers'. At the age of twenty, the guy took a trip to Hawaii with a high-school girlfriend named Elisa. Elisa and the guy had a platonic friendship.

An incident occurred that would change his hatred for that episode that happened with the muscle-bound guy. While separated one night in Hawaii from Elisa, the twenty-year old guy met a blond-haired twenty-three year old lifeguard from Southern California. The guy was seated outside on a tropical night eating a late night McDonald's snack. The lifeguard was standing at a nearby corner, giving the guy an enticing 'look'. The guy was intrigued and followed the lifeguard to the direction of Waikiki Beach. There were a group of trees and the lifeguard seemed to be luring the guy. It worked. Once nestled within the trees the guy spoke to the lifeguard about the beautiful night. The guy began to visibly shake with nerves. At the same time the guy couldn't help but feel his erection. The lifeguard proceeded to share his feelings about all of the bathing beauties on the island. The guy felt reassured because he was talking about the beautiful girls that were so visible on the beach.
"Do you surf?" asked the Lifeguard.
The guy smiled, feeling thrilled that he would ask such a question, "No, what makes you ask that?"
"You just look like a native and you look like a surfer."

[image error] The guy was amazed when the lifeguard suggested a walk along the shoreline on this romantic night. The guy went along with the invitation and learned that the lifeguard was attending the University of Hawaii. It was a very late hour (like 2AM) and you guessed it…the lifeguard made a sexual advance. They went on top of the Lifeguard viewpoint. They climbed the ladder and looked out at the mysterious dark ocean view. No one was around, making it easy to be free to do whatever they wanted to do. Suddenly there were several passion-filled kisses exchanged. The guy liked the way the short blond stubbles of his beard felt on his clean shaven face. The lifeguard (who actually wasn't a lifeguard but looked like one) went 'down' on the guy. It all happened so fast. The lifeguard/student was named Craig.
"Well, I better get going," said Craig as he climbed down from the Lifeguard viewpoint.
The night was over. That was it, a brief sexual stint of excitement on a hot summer night.

When the guy returned to college he met a woman three years older than himself named Lynne Major. The guy was twenty-one years old now and Lynne was twenty-four. She was separated from her husband. The guy had an affair with her and felt more "real" love. Eventually he was "hurt" from the involvement with this married woman because he believed 'in his mind' that she was unfaithful. The affair ended and another serious relationship started with another new beauty.

The new beauty was also in a predicament. Her name was Michelle VonThaden and she loved another man who was divorced and had a child. The guy didn't press Michelle about further involvement and remained focused on his studies.

The guy almost accepted a job with the CIA but it didn't work out. The guy was short on money and not eating right. Over the Thanksgiving Holidays he was hospitalized for a nervous breakdown. Many thought he was taking drugs; however, the guy never touched the stuff. He was truly under stress and pressure in coping with relationships, sexual preferences, studies, and job opportunities. He felt paranoid and started to believe that the married woman, Lynne, was cheating on him with her ex-husband.

When the guy was released from the hospital he finished school. He started work again. He was happy that the breakdown episode happened as it put him back on track. He found balance and a joy for living. He went out on dates 'now and again' but nothing really serious came of it.

The guy could sense it when a man (or woman) would show attraction towards him. He could easily feel when a man or woman was coming on to him. The guy was 'pretty sure' anyhow. Sometimes he found certain people to be "QBL" (Questionable). They were questionable because he wasn't sure whether they were or weren't interested in him. Several men have come on to the guy but he would shy away (or simply act naïve about it). The guy felt more comfortable with being heterosexual during his free time to date or socialize. He would later meet and befriend other homosexuals and learn more about their lifestyles.
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It is 1986 now and the guy has had two key relationships with two women (not at the same time, of course) in the last two years. Every so often the guy will run into a fellow that he finds physically attractive. On that rare occasion he will keep it to himself. That will be that. Before these two relationships he had experienced a couple of man-to-man relationships. One relationship was with a doctor (Howard Edelstein) and one was with a student (George Jones/Christopher Cordellos).

The guy seems to believe he is bisexual; however, he leans more towards the standard that society expects of him. He is happy that he rarely feels attraction for another man because he tends to stay focused on the woman that holds his attraction.

One of the two women he had last had a key relationship with introduced him to bodybuilding and the exhilarating feeling of frequent exercise. Her name was Paloma. She has since moved out of the country. The guy continues to date a lady 'here and there'.

There is one good friend that the guy has come to know while bodybuilding. He is attracted to him but doesn't dare make an attempt to mention this fact for fear of ruining their friendship. The guy likes to spend time with this male friend because he likes his sense of sportsmanship, ambition, humor and well-being. The guy hopes to have this man as a friend for a very long time. The problem is that the guy is leery as to whether or not he should tell the friend about his attraction. I mean, if the guy mentions it---it may or may not change a thing---but the worst thing would be the end of the friendship. Then again, the friend would know the guy better. So…should the guy tell his friend? Yes or no?

The friend is you.

The guy is me.
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July 14, 1986
Monday

It was one of those drab Monday mornings where one dreads the idea of going to work. I did it though. To my dismay, I had some geeky new fellow named Jim sit with me for most of today. His training doesn't start until next week, so I am going through the ropes of working in the Business Office.

At lunch, Al Martinez and I ate at B and M Chinese.
"You know that girl Shari that I met at your party?"
"Yeah, did you talk to her?"
"More than that…we got it on," Al revealed.
"You did?"
"Yeah, but a week and a half later…drip, drip, drip."
I didn't understand what he meant. I gave him a puzzled look.  Then he went on to explain that he had a urinal inflectional communicable disease from her.
I raised my eyebrows and said, "You know, I'm not surprised."

I shared my first and last break with this new fellow (Jim) but I certainly don't want to make it a habit.

Ron Leoni finally called me. It's been a while.
"I told my mom we were coming to Connecticut to visit. She's looking forward to it."
"Me too, it's only twenty-two business days from today," I said, making it clear that I'm counting the days.
I recalled that I had told Mark in passing (while in Santa Cruz) that I may go to New York in August. I'll have to mention to Mark to keep the first week of November open. I will have more time off. I'd like to spend it with Mark somewhere fun.

I went cycling from 6PM to 7PM. Then I went to the gym. Stuart Western was there. We talked a little.

I shared the news (about Shari) to Mark about Al's urinal infection. I promised Al I wouldn't tell anyone but Mark isn't about to spread the news anywhere.
[image error] Mark did the aerobics class but I chose not to.
Mark said, "You know, I called you later--on Sunday after the bike ride--to let you know I was going back to Alameda to windsurf."
"Oh, I was probably at my mom's house and I missed your call."


I went to Dad's house after tonight's workout for some watermelon. He invited me over. I couldn't take his rambling on about retiring in four years. He started to talk about food shortages, bills, etc. When I left I went to Sherri's house as she had a videotaped kid's movie for me to record for Ashley. I was so upset because I parked 18-inches away from their curb and got a parking ticket in front of her house!


When I went home I had a recorded message from Sue Croce. I called her back and we talked about her first day on the new job. I shared some of my self-invented acronyms.
She laughed.
I told her how invigorating the Tour de San Francisco bike ride turned out to be. I also mentioned the new geek (Jim) at my office.
"I think that new guy wears a toupee."
Sue really laughed at a lot of what I had to say.
I continued with the story about Al's urinal infection and my parking ticket that I'd just received for parking 18-inches away from the curb.


The gal that Mark and I had seen at the club the other night came over to us at the gym tonight.
She asked, "Do you two go out a lot?"
Mark and I simultaneously answered, "Ahh…every once in a while."
She said, "Well, my girlfriend thought you were cute. And I watched the girls walk by you at the club and a lot of them kept looking at you two."
I exclaimed, "Really…I didn't even notice!" Ha-ha.


Anyway, life goes one. Today I checked with Pac Bell Directory again. I checked on my parking ticket. I checked on a new telephone number for Sue Croce's friend, Tracy.


Nici Maurino tells me she may be visiting my Business Office tomorrow. We shall see.

A man lives by his history and what he was is what shapes what he shall become.
"What will you do with your day?"
"What I do with every day. Live throught it, experience what it brings, suffer its pains, or those which twinge my joints when the weather's damp or cold, and rejoice at its little pleasures."
Little does he know that nothing disturbs me now. What is past is past. You cannot unwind the wool of destiny.
-Martin Booth
"The Industry Of Souls", a novel

Tour de San Francisco

[image error] "No matter where you run you just end up running into yourself!"
-Breakfast at Tiffany's,
1961 motion-picture

Twenty-five years ago today:

July 13, 1986
Sunday


Mark arrived at my house by 6:45. Our destination was San Francisco 'in his car' with our respective bikes riding along with us. We were all hyped-up for the Tour de San Francisco adventure.


It was fun. It was breezy. It began at 7:30AM and ended around 9:30AM (for me). I was surprised Mark passed me up but it was only at the beginning of the race. I passed him up later. It's never good to use up your stamina in the beginning. It was a great ride. We will do it again next year.


I was pissed-off because I wasn't in the Tour de San Francisco Prize Drawing. I had never received my ballot to register. I didn't even get a T-shirt to commemorate the day.


There were quite a few QBL's there at the finish line. It was obvious to me. I'm not sure if Mark took notice at all. By noon I was home. Mark drove home to San Lorenzo. The thirty mile ride burnt me out. I took a nap as I taped WHITE NIGHTS (some movie with ballet dancer, Mikael Barishnikov).
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When I woke up I went to mom and dad's house for a short while. I took another nap.


Greg Manchevitz, Mike Miller and Birda called me to find out how the Tour De San Francisco turned out.
I told them all, "Oh, you missed out!"


Johnny Schaefer called me. I explained the fun of the bike adventure.


Sue Croce called me. Tomorrow is her big day on her new job.


It was a lazy Sunday night and I watched "KILLER IN THE MIRROR", a movie starring Ann Jillian. It was a suspenseful one. There's a rich woman who drowns. Then an antiques dealer assumes the identity and guilt of her scheming twin sister. It was time to go to bed…a JO session and sleep.
PHOTO: Actress Ann Jillian
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"Have you ever heard the argument that if you confront the issue at the moment you might end up embarrassing the victim more than the perpetrator?"
-Christopher Rice
"A Density of Souls"