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Double-Feature Fridays

“…the Good Man is the True Man.  My point…the True Man is true because he is operating at the summit of his potential; the Good Man is good for the same reason.”--Calder Willingham, END AS A MAN
Alan and I love movies.  Last weekend we saw two films and I said, “You know, we should makE it a habit to see two movies on Friday.  We can call it Double-Feature Fridays!”

And so, we tried to make it happen.   Last weekend was well worth it.   We watching Robin Williams, Jeff Fridges and Mercedes Ruehl in a film called THE FISHER KING.  It kept our interest.  It was about a former radio DJ who was suicidally despondent because of a terrible mistake he had made in his past.   Then he finds redemption in helping a deranged homeless man who was an unwitting victim of that mistake.  It made it interesting to see how it connected.  
The other film I liked better called RAMBLING ROSE.  I’m a fan of Laura Dern and her mom (Diane Ladd) played in the film also.   I’m into a good drama.  It was based on a novel by Calder Willingham.  Laura Dern’s character (Rose) exudes sexuality as she battles temptation.  I enjoyed it. 
This weekend we chose DECEIVED, a suspenseful thriller starring Goldie Hawn.  The other was an Independent Film directed by Gus Van Sant starring two 'up and coming' new actors:  River Phoenix and Keanu Reeves.   They played hustlers trying to find their way in life.  I suppose that happens a lot these days.   I think when you're in your twenties everyone is searching and striving for that right road.  The question is which road to take.  It takes only one slightly wrong decision to mess it all up.  Then, if you're lucky you get back on track. I preferred the suspenseful-thriller starring Goldie because it seemed more complete while MY OWN PRIVATE IDAHO left me wondering.   So who knows, as time passes I may see more emotional and mental value in the latter.
Paloma sent me a postcard of a PORSCHE 959 sportscar.
Balaruc-Les-Bains27, September 1991Dear Michael,I can’t but you the real thing (PORSCHE) but at least now you have the picture!   Pretty nice, isn’t it?  I wouldn’t mind having one.  I won’t write very much.  I’m lazy and I have no inspiration today.  I just wanted to let you know that I think about you.What are you doing? My brother is going back to the States after 2-months in France and Spain.  On the 4th of July I didn’t get to see him.  He wanted to come but he just had two days left.  It was too expensive for just 2-days because he had to go back to Amsterdam.  Oh well…we’ll probably go to New Orleans next winter.Write me…Love, Paloma
“What is all this stuff about liking and not liking?“The fact is, what I like usually likes me: what I don’t like usually doesn’t like me.  I’m not being conceited.  It turns out that way all the time.  Why is this?   Because since I was twelve years old when I got my stepmother I’ve seen to it nobody decides whether they like me.  I decide whether I like them!”--Calder Willingham, THE END AS MAN

Join Me and Live Together

“We learn from FAILURE, not from SUCCESS!”--Bram Stoker, DRACULA
Alan bought a postcard in Hawaii and didn’t mail it to me the regular way.   Instead he wrote on it and left if for me to find.  Clever guy…I especially loved how he ended on something for me to look forward to.  It’s true.  We will go to Washington D.C. together next month and I’ve never been there…
September 17, 1991Mike, You left me alone tonight.  So I had to take out this card which is probably what you LUST for!   Give me about 6-months of hard work and I could look like him again.  See you in Washington D.C. in October.Love,Alan
I had a cute postcard I was saving for mom.  It had to be sent to her because the cover copy has “HI MOM!” written on it.  
9-18-91Hi Mom,If it’s not one thing…it’s another.  They raised my Homeowner’s Association Fee from $118 to $142 starting in October.   It looks like I am going to Washington D.C. the weekend before I come to visit you there in Alameda.  Jeez…I’ve been to New York two times this year and now THE WHITE HOUSE.  I’m pretty lucky.I’ve had this card for a long time and I thought you’d like it because I just got my hair cut like this guy.
I just marked my calendar for November 23rd…when you come here to L.A.Later,Love Always,MICHAEL
A couple of days later Alan surprised me with an Anniversary card.   We met on November 20th, 1989 so we try to celebrate on the 20th of EVERY month.   I loved the card he chose.  It was a corner writing desk with a cup of tea on the ledge…my kind of scene.
September 20, 1991MICHAEL,HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!   Happy New Year! I LOVE YOU!   After “22” months I could list restaurants, hotels, places, airlines, frequent flier mileage, coffee houses, museums, etc.…but most of all I can tell you that I really enjoy spending my time with you.  You’re my best-friend and I Love You.
This is a picture of my new office in my new home.  Do you want to join me and live together?  I do!   We’ve been through a lot, but there’s probably at least 200 years’ worth of seeing the world together ahead.   Let’s start with today.Love,Alan
He grew quiet, and during this half-hour he began to divine the sources of this remarkable man’s cheerfulness and unruffled calm.--Herman Hesse, THE GLASS BEAD GAME, a novelChapter:  PREPARATIONS

(Everything I Do) I Do It For You

This was the feeling I took to my diary that night as well:   I called it the “swoon”.  Why had I swooned?  And could it happen so easily---just let him touch me somewhere and I’d totally go limp and will-less?  Was this what people meant by butter melting?And why wouldn’t I show him how like butter I was?  Because I was afraid of what might happen then?--Andre Aciman, CALL ME BY YOUR NAME
I was relaxing in Alan’s apartment at SEA COLONY in Santa Monica.  I had letters to write.  The big song on the current airwaves was playing by Bryan Adams (EVERYTHING I DO) I DO IT FOR YOU.   I found a couple of Polaroids that Alan kept.   One was taken earlier this year (February 9th, 1991) of the two of us (Alan and I) at my “center of the universe” pad in West Hollywood.   We were seated on my couch.  We were happy.   
The other photo was a solo shot of me at the beach on June 8th, 1991.  I imagined Alan looking at these Polaroid shots while I was not there.  I wondered what he thought when he looked at them.   It was a momentary thought as I continued to browse my mail.
Dorothy kept to her word by writing a story and expects me to finish it.  Uh-oh…I began to wonder if the main character is me.   I suppose it is something to ponder.  She knew my alias was JAKE JAGUAR at one time (or didn’t she?).  She had to know that.  Could this be a message for my future?   Dorothy wrote convincingly:
9-10-91TAKE ONE AND SEE MT. FUJIYAMA
It was a hot day.   The book was dull.  He was bored.   There were too many of these days lately.   Sure the weather would eventually change and he’d be able to find a book with substance but the words “dull and bored” described his life too often since he’d made “THE” decision nearly two years ago.
His days with Cassandra could hardly be described as dull or boring.  Exciting, the days were always exciting.   That’s how he would always remember them.  He didn’t even have to be with her, the excitement came from knowing she was a part of his life (not a lover).   Oh, the chemistry was there, kept just below the surface, but no physical intimacy ever took place.  Others wondered, of course, because of the closeness they shared.   Eight years of sharing brought them very close.
For most of those eight years, Nathan shares the other part of her life.  Jake never had her all to himself and for a long time, he accepted this.  Until the day she came to him, as they often came to each other, worried she might be carrying Nathan’s child.  Nathan was one who always refused to commit to any real involvement.   Several days later, Cassandra learned she was wrong and need not have worried.   The scare eventually caused her to move-on with her personal life, without Nathan.  It was at this point that Jake decided he also needed to make some changes.  His relationship with Cassandra was no longer okay.  He wanted more and because he finally admitted this to himself it finally became clear that he needed to move.  First he ventured to Boston, then to Chicago and ending up in Dallas.   Why Dallas, of all places?  He was expecting a transfer to New York City.
Boots, cowboy hats and chewing tobacco—not part of his original plan.  Lying on his damp, white sheets he began thinking about his long awaited vacation.  He was headed for JAPAN, then New Zealand and finally to Tahiti.  Thinking about the three glorious weeks ahead made all the other days of the year bearable.
What he needed right now was fresh air.  Jake headed for his favorite café, perhaps the only one with a cosmopolitan air in Dallas.   The fountain with its colored water in the center of the courtyard might help to cool the evening.  He chose iced-coffee over café latter for a change and decided on the fettuccini with shrimp for dinner.   The fresh green salad and bread completed the meal.  As he was enjoying his second glass of iced-coffee he began looking around at the other tables.  Mostly small groups (or others like himself), choosing to dine and people watch alone.  At thirty-five years old, Jake was comfortable with himself and his oneness.  He also felt lucky to have a sizable amount of really good friends was a result of the time he invested in cultivating those friendships (one of his best investments).
Jake was thinking of the evening ahead and trying to decide on the movie he wanted to see, when it began to sprinkle.  Within a few minutes the rain was pouring.  It was at that moment that he remembered he had left the top down on his black Jaguar.  He paid the waiter and dashed into the parking lot.  Just as he finished clamping the top down tight he looked up and through the pouring rain, he saw her.  She was drenched, with clothes against her skin and auburn hair looking darker from the wetness.  With the rain and the dim parking lot lights, he could be mistaken………
Dear Michael,I’ve taken your hand and led you through the tunnel to PARADISE GARDEN.   Now you show (tell) me what’s ahead.  Finish the story! Love, Dorothy
Former Pac Bell Directory co-worker, Gloria Romero, surprised me with a postcard a few days later: 9-15-91Hi Michael!   Thinking of you…how’s everything?  I’m leaving September 19th for New York.  My mother and I will go to see ELLIS ISLAND which is now open.  It’s my third time to New York.  There will be more to see of Manhattan ‘for sure’. George is taking care of RAISIN (the dog) who is 98-years old (dog life).  He’s doing okay.  That dog!  I love her so much.  I wish a dog’s life would not go by so fast.  It is all fine with me.   Do write soon as time passes fast.   This leaves me just 6 ½ years until retirement.  ACO (the Account Collection Office) is the same…more people, more work.Love You,Gloria R.P.S.  A prayer for Mitch…he is very ill.   Try to write him.
I browsed through the L.A. Times and saw that the new film release scheduled this week was another Nightmare on Elm Street sequel:  Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare.   I knew Alan wasn't too thrilled with Horror films (like me), so I imagined us eating dinner out somewhere instead.   I sure wouldn't mind our favorite place:  LOUIS THE XIII.   Let's see what he may be thinking when he gets home.
“IF everyone is thinking the same thing, someone is NOT thinking.”
--U.S. Army General, George Patton

The "Other" Center of the Universe

Perhaps, not surprisingly, I am also a man of two minds.--Viet Thanh Nguyen,THE SYMPATHIZER, a novel
The escape to New York City with Alan was as unforgettable as the last time.  It always seems like a new experience every time I visit NYC.  There’s so much to do.  The time goes by fast.  New York City is like living in the fast lane.

We went to Central Park and simply did some people watching on a park bench.  I got in-touch with my child within and climbed a Peter Cottontail/Alice in Wonderland bronze sculpture with all of the other East Coast kids.
Alan and I went to the FRICK COLLECTION Museum.  I loved it there.   It’s very quaint and not as busy at the METROPOLITAN MUSEUM OF ART (but of course we did go there also).  THE MET had a fantastic Fauve Landscape exhibit going on.
I was obsessed with sending postcards while in NY.   Alan got tired of hearing me say, “We need to find a mailbox.”
Alan had to photograph me in front of a couple of New York mailboxes to commemorate my obsession with the mailbox.
There were a number of Saturday and Sunday parades going on in the city.  Alan says, “New York has a parade for everything.   The Puerto Rican parade is probably one of the most popular because they really like to party.”
Photo: Michael J Armijo, observing a Labor Day Parade
Alan took me to see a classic Broadway show called LES MISERABLES.  I found it utterly boring.Alan said, “Well, it’s not for everyone.”“Definitely not…I think now I know why they call it LES MISERABLES because I was miserable and couldn’t wait for it to end.”Alan simply frowned.
On a more pleasurable note, we went to see MISS SAIGON on-Broadway.  It was wonderful.  What a great show!  I loved the music.  There's something about that song called LAST NIGHT OF THE WORLD that just drew me in.  
Time Square is always bustling.   Alan says, “It’s the other center of the universe.”Alan always used to say where I have my condo (at 1010 N. Palm Avenue) in West Hollywood (near Sunset Boulevard) is the center of the universe in Los Angeles.

We went to WALL STREET and I had Alan take a “Find Waldo” photo of me in front of the NYSE entrance.
As we walked all over New York City I laughed at the sight of the sign at a hair salon on Lexington Boulevard.   The marquee reads “THE FIRST CUT IS THE SWEETEST” and I couldn’t help but think of the first cut a boy gets when circumcised.  It made me laugh.

I know one thing.  I never get tired of New York City.  Every time I leave I feel like I didn’t get to do it all.  How can one do it all?  It’s impossible.  I mean, if one has the luxury of living in NYC one still cannot do everything.  You have to pick and choose what is most interesting or important to you.
Dorothy Rua wrote and sent an awesome 1988 Photo Card (by photographer Elliot Erwitt) of a vintage blue car and a photo postcard by an unidentified photographer from 1910 of a BICYCLE WITH A BABY CARRIAGE.   I found it to be cute and it made me wonder what life may have been like during this period.  The primary card was the best though.  The photographer, Elliot Erwitt, is definitely one of my all-time favorite photographers.
9-9-91Dear Michael,Last time you were in New York I received your cards within 2-days of the post date.   The ones you sent me this time are post-dated 9-3 and I just got them!   They must have been delivered by a slow moving donkey.  At this point I’m just glad they reached me.  I was beginning to wonder if one of those ‘groovy New Yorkers’ got a hold of you jogging through Central Park!


It sounds like you had a great time.  LA FEMME NIKITA is one I have not seen yet.  It is foreign?  I’ll have to make a note of it.  How did LES MISERABLES compare to MISS SAIGON that you liked so well?   I guess you’ll get to wear your new NY ties and socks the next time you head out for an important interview.  Just make sure you leave the one with the HULA DANCER at home that day.   Ha-ha.   I had to get even for that “P.S. on your postcard”.  Ha-ha.   You wrote:  P.S.  I saw a station wagon and thought of you.   I had to laugh.  I always think of my “station wagon” comments to you when I see one now (which is all day long in suburbia)!  
Which brings me to this card…bought it a long time ago with you in mind.  I was planning to send it the day you wrote to say “Dorothy, I’ve found the person I can’t live without.”   I view this BELVEDERE as one of the original BUICK station wagons.  It’s a connection you’ve made me resurface.   Who says the day will—or even should—come when you’ll limit yourself to only one person you can’t live without?  You seem to be living the life that’s right for you…now, anyway.
I really enjoyed both of your cards.   The NY postcard was wonderful and dazzling.  It is so full of life.  It’ so New York and makes you feel the pulse.  It’s going in my cubicle wall (I wonder who will try to read it this time?).   The Modesto Beauty Parlor was (is) great.  You know, I mean truly know, those gals are in Modesto and really believe they’re sexy as can be in their puffy bloomers.   And don’t forget they’ve all got their eye on you!


So…what did you finally find to give your mom on her Birthday?   Were you lucky?  You always seem to have an eye for the unique…and what better place to find something unique but in NYC!
Peter’s Birthday was on 9-7 and his mom flew up for the occasion!  I didn’t even know she was coming until I opened the mailbox to find an envelope with her itinerary.   Thank goodness we get along great and had an enjoyable weekend with her or there would have been one very upset chick to contend with.


Oh, I wanted to mention I loved the RED NAIL POLISH card you sent!   It’s so appropriate and yes…the red nail polish included my toe nails!   Why not, right?   The only drawback is that I didn’t have Kevin Costner around to paint them for me (Bull Durham).


Is it back to resume enhancement and cover letters now that you’re home?   It’s nice that you have Alan’s person computer available!   By the way, I have THE PRINCE OF TIDES book and read it a while back.  I did enjoy it.  I guess I’ll have to see the movie when it comes out.
I saw this card last week, and of course, thought of you (probably the same time you saw the station wagon in NY).  Now, is this the original station wagon…or what?   And wouldn’t Michael J Armijo prefer the bike pedals to a motorized vehicle!
Photo: Mannequin Looks by Elliot Erwitt
I am no avoiding your “OTHER” Black and White card.  It was a hot day.   The book was dull.  He was bored.  It’s a great opening to a great story and I plan to finish it for you (or at least continue it and have you finish it)!  I hope to have enough time tomorrow.

Until Then,
Love,Dorothy

The double-agent replied, “The creedo was similar to that of H.G. Wells.”For the double-agent, only one thing is certain, the greater the adventure, the greater the chance of success.--Ben Macintyre, AGENT ZIGZAG

The Shit Hit The Fan

All the JOY the world containsHas come through wishing happiness for others.All the MISERY the world containsHas come through wanting pleasure for oneself.--Shantideva, a 7th Century Indian BuddhistAnd Master in his work:  THE PATH TOWARDS AWAKENING
I made a funny, cool postcard (for mom) using an image of a librarian-type who was splattered with gooey chocolate frosting all over her face…yuck (it looks like she’s splattered with poop)!
August 28, 1991Dear Mom,Evert time I open my mailbox and see another bill rom a doctor this postcard depicts exactly how I feel:  “Like the shit hit the fan!” Ha-haAll I can do is laugh it off because it could be a lot worse.  Laughter is the best medicine.  I am lucky to have a mom like you to relieve my tensions.Shonette’s wedding reception should be fun but it seems like such a long time until that event.  I guess I’m anxious to see you.   The funny thing is that when you add up all of our phone calls I speak to you more than anyone else (besides Alan).Your Birthday is coming up!  Wow!  You really are still so young.  I’m lucky to have such a young mom.  I hope this card made you laugh even if it was kind of gross.  Later, LOVE YOU!Michael
Alan and I made it to New York City.  I love city life.   The first thing I wanted to do was send mom a postcard so I used the complimentary hotel postcard at the NY HILTON TOWERS at Rockefeller center.  I wanted to share the news about my breakfast and how it reminded me of “DAD”:
I was in the mood to write today.  I sorted out five of my cards for Paloma and wrote to her as well.   It was time to let her know I am thinking of her (as I often do):

August 28, 19912:45PM, SunnyDear Paloma,This card reminds me of when your body used to look this good.  Ha-ha.  You know I’m kidding.  It goes with card #2.  Put them together.
On the contrary…your last letter was quite funny.  The funniest part was the Anne Parillaud article and my “brushing up on my French”…very, very, very FUNNY!It sure sounds like you have been busy this summer with guests.  I bet you hate the assholes that complain about every little thing.  Poor Paloma…I wish I could give you a hug and tell you, “IT WIL BE OKAY.”
Yes, the appendix problem just sneaks up on you when you least expect it.  It’s not fun.  At least we don’t need the damn appendix, so I’m glad it’s over.  I’m all better now.
Tomorrow (August 29th) will be four years since my dad died.   I can’t believe it’s already been that long.  I also depart tomorrow morning for New York.  I’m going to do the things I didn’t get a chance to do the last two times.   There’s a lot to do in New York.  This time I want to run and jog in Central Park and visit WALL STREET.   Besides, I’ve got a dirt cheap round trip airfare of $278 on PanAm.   The going rate today is $485, so needless to say I did get a great deal.
When Luis comes to visit you in September tell him I said, “HI!”  I still remember him.My friend, Alan, has been helpful in my job search lately.   I don’t really want to work for him.   It would be awkward.  I am polishing up my resume and he’s letting me use his computer at work to make it look more professional.  I’m still getting unemployment checks of $200/per week.  I am getting by.   Something will come up soon.  If not, by December 31st of this year I may move to SF-Alameda again.  I don’t know.
I liked your envelope with the Le Cap D’ Agde photo on it.   That’s pretty neat.  Here’s a stamp that didn’t get cancelled on your last letter…maybe you can reuse it.My first cousin, Shonette West, who was born in 1970, is getting married on October 20th.  She is twenty-one years old.  She’s marrying a high-school sweetheart.  I can’t believe my younger cousins are getting married and I’m not.   See…Paloma, IF you had waited we’d probably be married now. Ha…Cest la vie.  I’m really not interested in meeting anyone now because financially I can get be easier alone.  I don’t have the extra cash to be wining and dining (the things I love to do).  So…any key relationships will just have to wait.Have you heard the new album by Natalie Cole called UNFORGETTABLE?  It is excellent.   I have the CD.  If you haven’t heard the songs I’ll make you a tape soon with some of the good ones, ok?   Would you like that?   I haven’t mad e you a tape in a while so I’ll have to do that.
I love French wine!   There is a restaurant in L.A. called LOUIS the XIII (the 13th) and it is so good.  Are RHONE BEAUJOULAIS VILLAGES and BORDEAUX wines the best?  What would you recommend?

So…are you coming to New Orleans next year?   Be sure you give me the dates because I want to go.  Maybe we can meet for lunch/dinner or something.  Alexandre won’t get mad or anything…will he?   Does he understand that we’re just friends now?   It must be a difficult situation.  I know I felt a little funny meeting him (despite our language barriers).It’s amazing what happening in Russia recently.   It looks like Cuba is in for some tough times.  Who knows?  In a few years…maybe Americans will be able to vacation in Cuba again.
Oh yeah…card #3 is of “me” trying to think of what to write.   Card #4 is a fantasy of mine (of me and you).   And this last card #5 is “me” in my new beach outfit (just kidding…as if you believe it for a second).
Hugs to Jonathan…we will have to fix him up with one of my nieces.  They can become pen pals when they get older.  Ha…I’ll let you know of any future developments.   Take a deep breath when the Residence gets hectic.
Love, Michael 
August 31, 1991Hi Mom,I had CREAM OF WHEAT for breakfast today.   Remember who liked to make that?   It’s very hot here in New York.  Every place has the air-conditioning set at a different level.  It’s a perfect way to catch a cold.  I feel the sniffles coming already.Love You,Michael J ArmijoP.S.  There are only three ARMIJO’s in the NY-MANHATTAN White Pages Phone Book (Spooky!):R.M. ArmijoJ ArmijoRichard Armijo
And the next day I found a Black and White photo postcard (for mom) of a little girl by photographer BILL OWENS, taken in California, 1972.   The title of the card:  I WANTED CHRISTINA TO LEARN SOME RESPONSIBILITY FOR CLEANING HER ROOM, BUT IT DIDN’T WORK.
September 1, 1991Mom,When I saw this card I realized why you don’t leave Ashley, Holly or Ally alone in a room.  You are right.  Keep them all in the patio!  Ha-haMy feet are tired of walking all over New York City.I found you a little something for your Birthday which is only five days away!Love You,Michael
Birda sent a sweet card:  THE MIRACLE IS…WE’RE IN THE SAME PLACE AT THE SAME TIME.
Sept. 2, 1991Michael,It’s been almost a month since I’ve talked to you and I thought since I’ve been just hanging around waiting to work for about 8-days that I could (between my busy bike riding with my bike riding friend) write a line or two to let you know I’m OK.
I was so bummed I went and bought a cycle meter for my bike.  It’s great.  It tells how fast, how far, how long and your average MPH and how many miles you’ve put on your bike.  It’s a  VETTA-wireless.  My girlfriend, Jackie, has been riding with me lately.   She’s good for just starting.  She’ll do 15-miles and she’s riding my old bike.  Most people do the beach and back, then quit.  My son has been riding too.  He is better than Jackie but there’s still no one like you!

Oh yeah, Brian is on the TRACK team.  He plays baseball, soccer and basketball.  He is going to St. Joseph’s.  I took your advice and I’m glad I did.  He’s already started and he really likes it.Besides this good news something wonderful happened.  My ex-husband’s Aunt is going to pay for everything.  Every year she donates $5000 to the church.  This year she put it towards Brian’s tuition (includes books and anything else he needs during the year).  I was so relieved because I did not know where another $200 was coming from.   I’ve only worked 9-days in August and it’s getting bad.  I’m having my brother’s ex-girlfriend move-in with me for a month!   Ahhhghh!  It’s only a month.   Then I’m thinking about having my daughter move-in.   She is growing up so fast.  She needs a mom NOW!  I’ve kind of been rambling and you must be bored to tears.   And so…I’ll stop now.   Dry your eyes.  Have a good day and if you have time…write, OK?See Ya Soon,Love, BirdaP.S.  No more plans.  You only had one appendix.  I do believe in miracles though.
Apparently, I’m not the only one with money troubles and debts.  I will concentrate on the miracle.  I believe in them also; however, I know things do not just happen on their own.  I shall focus and plan.
“I’ve discovered that the only way to manage pain is to imagine someone else’s greater pain, a suffering that diminishes your own.”--Viet Thanh Nguyen, THE SYMPATHIZER, a novel

I DREAM...

If you were going to spend a month on a desert island and you could only take one person, who would it be?--Colin Channer, WAITING IN VAIN, a novel
It’s very exciting when I receive a letter from Paloma that comes from another part of the planet.  The South of France seems so far away but when she writes me it makes me feel closer.   She included some cool magazine clippings of Anne Parillaud after she won the CESAR Award in Cannes for La Femme Nikita.  Gerard Depardieu won for Cyrano de Bergerac, of course.  Paloma wrote:
Hi Michael,As usual thanks for your cards…it always makes me happy to find one in the mail.   This might not be a very funny letter.   I’m pretty depressed today.  I’m sick of people.  How mean people can be!   
I DREAM I could live somewhere with no people around.  Oh well…it’s just that my job is very hard at summertime. Le 19/08/91See…I started this letter in July, I had to stop…until today.  I haven’t been able to write.  My excuse is I am very, very busy.  I just can’t concentrate.   Every time I start writing someone come to bother me.   The Residence is full.  Let me tell you that it makes for a lot of people.  And next year we will have fifty-six extra apartments!   That’s going to be hell!
Some news you were telling me in you last card…APPENDICITIS…SCARY!   Alexandre’s sister came to visit us for a couple of hours in July with her children.   She has a little girl (8 months younger than Jonathan) and she was crying and crying.   We had to take her to the hospital.  It was appendicitis!   I guess it’s the season.  That’s a very bad memory right after they removed her appendix.   They brought her back to her room.   She woke up and started crying and screaming.   She wanted to get out of her bed.  Her father and mother had to force her to stay quiet.  Little children don’t understand that it’s better not to move.   That really hurt me ‘for her’.
I’m really afraid it might happen to Jonathan or toe me.   Alexandre is strong.  He doesn’t mind (at least that’s what he says).   Anyway, his appendix has already been removed!
I’ve also been very busy because I’ve had lots of visits.   First, an American guy called BRIAN (one of Lise’s roommates).   Then my cousin with her husband and little boy (the one I told you we went to visit last winter in Madrid, SPAIN).   Now I am waiting for my brother, LUIS, who comes every year in September.   It’s the cheapest way he has found to rent and apartment closest to the sea (just kidding!).  It’s always a lot of fun to have LUIS around.  We play all kinds of games in the evening.
Here are some more pictures of Anne Parillaud when she won the CESAR.   This way you’ll practice your French.  I didn’t know she was starting an American career.
Can’t your friend find you a good job?   The one who came here with you?  Why are you going to New York?
I have to stop writing now otherwise all of this paper won’t fit in my envelope.   I’ll write again as soon as possible.  Miss you.  Love, Paloma
My first cousin, Donna, seems to have had a wonderful wedding in Anacortes, Washington.  She sent me a sweet THANK YOU card:Photo:  Donna Lynn Armijo
August 21, 1991Michael,Thank you so much for the gift.  We really appreciate it.  It’s too bad you couldn’t make it up to the wedding.  I would’ve loved to see you.I’m glad to hear from you.  You’re right.  It’s been too long.  It sure sounds like you’re enjoying life in Southern Cal.  The next time we go down there we’ll be sure to drop-in and say “HI”.I’ll be sure to keep in touch…but bye, for now.All My Love, DonnaOh yeah, you can call me at 206-293-8162.
Gratitude, swimming, breaking up your day with fun activities, and especially helping people…--Orange Frog Advice from
THE ORANGE FROG by Shawn Achor

Heal The Pain

Barton Fink:  “I don't like to discuss works in progress. If I let the words tumble out prematurely, it changes it, and I may never get it back.”--1991 motion-picture, BARTON FINK
I’m excited about a trip in early September that Alan has suggested for us to visit New York City once again.    There is so much to do in that city and I can’t get enough of the adventurous pulse there.
Barbara Reynolds sent a postcard from THE WATERFRONT Seafood Restaurant at Pier 7 in San Francisco.   She wrote:
13 August 1991Dear Michael,I guess you are home by now (me too).  I’m on AIP-sick (yesterday and today and most likely tomorrow).  I’m listening to HEAL THE PAIN by George Michael.  Somehow I always think of you when thinking of him (George Michael).  This is a great album (without Prejudice Volume I).   This card is from last Friday, August 7th, Jim Harmon’s farewell lunch.  It was fun and “yummy”.  He flies to Kona, Hawaii this Thursday, the 15th to LIVE.  Have you been to the Big Island?  I went there March 23rd1965 on my 23rd Birthday.  I saw the volcano pre-eruption.   It gurgled!   I moved some objects yesterday and found the letter you wrote in May on Hotel (Stanford Court) stationary.  I guess I failed to respond to two of your questions:  Yes, we enjoyed a few good beaches in Florida.  I walked them and snorkeled them and saw sponges growing in Tarpon Springs waters.Yes, I really enjoyed Allison.  We had lots of similarities and thankfully several differences.  He teaches and is learning PHYSICS.  I find interest in learning more about PHYSICS.I guess I’ve done okay with the squeeze.  I’m lying on a doubled towel on my bed with my feel up the wall…sweating.   We finally got some heat so I hope to see my tomatoes turn red soon.With Love,Barbara
It looks like Peewee Herman was caught being rather naughty.  Oh well…I’m sure he was just craving a cheap thrill.  Give him a break.  The hand is free to do whatever it pleases.  I’m still one of his greatest fans. SARASOTA, Fla. — Children’s television star Pee-wee Herman was arrested and charged with exposing himself inside an adult theater, authorities said yesterday (July 27, 1991).
The star of “Pee-Wee’s Playhouse,” whose real name is Paul Reubens, was arrested Friday night after undercover detectives raided the South Trail Cinema, a Sarasota County sheriff’s affidavit.Reubens was observed exposing himself and a detective arrested him in the lobby, the affidavit said. The theater was showing the movie “Nancy Nurse,” Turn Up the Heat” and “Tiger Shark.”
Reubens, 38, who lives in Studio City, Calif., was charged with exposure of a sexual organ. He was released from county jail Friday night after posting $219 bond. Three others were arrested on similar charges.
The following day I found a sexy card of a sensuous ‘almost kiss’ from Dorothy Rua:
8-14-91Dear Michael,What a great surprise you phone call was.   It livened up a very boring morning.  I found our conversation uplifting until you told me about your upcoming trip to New York!   You’re a cruel rascal. MICHAEL JOE ARMIJO!   Of course, I’m just jealous!   Maybe life would seem more fair if you were married with three of four kids strapped into child safety seats in the back seat of that Chevy station wagon with each one screaming for attention. Ha-ha.  Now…that wouldn’t be fair because we never would have met (a terrible thought).  I am excited for you and all the fun you’ll pack into those days you’re in New York.   And best of all you always share with me!  Now I’m looking forward to your trip!
I’m glad all is back to normal with your body (after the appendix removal) and you can return to all of those outdoor activities you enjoy (not to mention the indoor activities as well).   Who do I mean?   Why…painting, of course (Ha-ha).  I guess I’ll have to check out your doctor’s work next time I see you (in my next life).  It’s too bad I don’t have a picture of Mike’s scar to use as a comparison.  I wasn’t kidding when I said it was about four inches long, and then the staple marks (about four of them) were going in the opposite direction!   Anyway, not the type of thing I need to see a second time.  I didn’t need to see it at all really...and I’m still surprised he showed it to me, considering we don’t know each other well!I am still chuckling over your comments on the book, THE KITCHEN GOD’S WIFE (especially the comments you made about Aunt Helen).  You were really on a roll today!   It was great to hear you so upbeat and back to your usual self.   You seemed (understandable) tired the last couple of times we spoke while you were recuperating.   All you need to keep you up now is a nice trip to Disneyland.  Ha!Too bad you weren’t up in this area a while back when they had the bike tour from Monterey to the Wine Country.   I thought of you when I saw the advertising.  Isn’t the WAVES TO WINE logo great?  I love the colors and the simplicity of the design.About this card…more simplicity?  It’s just a reflection of the “me” of the week…it’s been a “red nail polish” kind of week as far as mood goes.   I just have to keep myself under control so I don’t find myself scouting out an Adult Book Store! Ha!  Love, Dorothy
And yet…another sensual dancers card from Dorothy another day later that I very much enjoyed:
8-15-91Dear Michael,Your cards are the greatest!  You’re right.   They’re definitely “me”.  You always seem to know.  Yes, I can see myself thoroughly enjoying my drive along the cobblestone road of my estate with the crisp air against my skin in my gorgeous convertible!  I’ve got to say, though, the hat’s got to go and will be tossed at the next curve!
I’m having lunch with Rosemarie tomorrow and she already knows about the CLOSE SHAVE.  I’ll share, but I’m not ready to give it away yet.  I know she’s going to love it, too.  I’ve decided the girl in the tub is not wasting her tie with any troubling thoughts.   She is re-living the morning post activities and wishes he didn’t have to leave so soon.  Maybe she can get him to meet her for a matinee?I’m thinking about that information you gave me on Peewee Herman.  The more I think about it…it doesn’t seem totally right the way/the place he was arrested.  Like I said, if he was in one of those ADULT rooms.   What do people expect to find other people doing in there?  I mean, what were the cops doing in there?Anyway, that Cal State University Alumni Job Expo (a mouthful there) sounds like a great opportunity to find out what’s going on “out there”.  It never hurts to get more information and develop more contacts!   Let me know what you think of it.By the way, when the area codes change (phone) will you be affected?Enjoy your company this week.  Then enjoy your weekend.Love, Dorothy

It was time to give up my cool 1979 photo postcard I was holding of Richard Gere.  I had recently purchased it but I knew who to send it to.   I chose Paloma to be the recipient.  Who else would appreciate it more?
8-18-91
Hi Paloma,
I've been going to a lot of movies lately.  I saw this card at a bookstore and remembered how you liked Richard Gere, The American Gigolo, so I thought you'd like this.

How are things with you, Alexandre and Jonathan?

I'm getting closer to a job, I think.  I'm recovering well after my appendix operation.  
The doctor said, "You heal well."
I'm going to New York again.  They had a steal of a deal on airfares, so it will be fun.  I miss you.
Love, Michael
The hand is free to do whatever it pleases.  It even writes!  No wonder more words have been written about the hand than the foot.--Viet Thanh Nguyen,THE SYMPATHIZER, a novel

A Great Inner Pain

Movies were America’s way of softening up the rest of the world, Hollywood relentlessly assaulting the mental defenses of audiences with the hit, the smash, the spectacle, the blockbuster, and, yes, even the box-office BOMB.--Viet Thanh Nguyen, THE SYMPATHIZER, a novel
Movies are still my wonderful way of escaping.   There is a film coming out on August 14ththat I really want to see called BARTON FINK.   Alan has agreed to go and see it with me.   It’s about a writer.  It’s set in New York City in the early 1940’s and it’s about a guy who has written plays and is suddenly hired to write scripts for Hollywood.  I know I’ll find it inspiring.  In the preview that I saw of the film I liked it when I head Barton Fink say, “I’ve always found that writing comes from a great inner pain.”I find that to be one line I can truly relate to.  
I laughed at the GET WELL card I received from Barbara Louise Reynolds.  There was a sick dude in bed, reading WAR AND PEACE.   The cover of the card reads “I heard you’re sick”.   Inside the card it’s imprinted, “If you die, can I have your stuff?”Barbara wrote:
5 August 1991Dearest Michael,…just thinking of you a couple of days ago…guess I was tidying my table which has a collection of correspondence from friends.  I thought, “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard from Michael.”Another voice asked, “Well, is it your turn to write?  He is much better at writing that you (me).”
So I guess you’ve been up here enjoying the cool weather.  I had to talk to your brother, Tony, today about a customer so we were chatting about this and that.   Then I asked about you…eee-gads…holy cow!   Such pain to go through and now you’re scared for life…all for a swordfish sandwich.   So are you all right?
Have you seen any movies lately?   I think I’ve seen more in the past month than in the other six months of this year combined.  Of course, I saw TERMINATOR 2 and THELMA AND LOUISE.  I also saw ANGEL AT MY TABLE (from New Zealand).   It’s excellent.  You should see it.
I’m doing stuff with my mom.  I’m at the point now when I really feel I’m having fun with her.  I guess the scare I had in May—about her survival—helped me lighten-up.
I’m working more and longer at the Y…and later this month FIT WORKS company will open at 666 FOLSOM.  I’m ready to try it.  I feel my body changing again.   This time it is firmer.So I would love to see you…in fact, I was thinking just yesterday about spending my next week of vacation (which runs from November 23-Dec 1) in Southern California.   Right now it is only a dream.
Earlier this year I thought I would be spending that week in Hawaii and visit Jim Harmon.  He is moving to the Big Island next week (the 15th of August).   We have been taking our afternoon breaks together most days for the past couple of yeast.  I’m happy for him but I will miss his humor.There are lots of changes.  I am working on the INTRA-Company desk again, so it’s pretty busy.   Also, I’ve been doing this special project for Rene Narducci (who is doing it for his boss). 
Oh…right…I changed my mind for the THANKSGIVING Trip to Hawaii.   I’m thinking it would be too crazy with lots of people there for the holidays.  Plus I figure if I want to go back to Hawaii next year I could go for two weeks.   There’s nothing definite for that trip either.
How is your job exploration going?   My friend, Abhati (in Florida) swears by an excellent book by Richard Lathrop, WHO’S HIRING WHO, published by Tenspeed Press.
I guess it’s time to walk up to the Y and drop this at the post-office.I do hope you are well…and recouped.  Till Later, Love, Barbara
I created a card from mom.  I used a magazine shot of a Shirley Temple-looking girl looking at a rose and the caption underneath read “IN PRAISE OF WOMEN”.   I wrote:
August 6, 1991Dear Mom, Alan bought me two boxes of these chocolates and I figured I’d share one box with you and the rest of the ARMIJO clan.   Please enjoy.   Just make sure you brush your teeth after you eat one because leaving the chocolate on your teeth is a sure way to get a cavity.  I’m laughing because you’re the last person I need to tell that to.I just finished reading my mail.   The St. John’s hospital bill for my appendectomy was disgustingly depressing.  It was so depressing that I just want to take a long nap now. I Love You.   Michael

A few days later I wrote a letter to Paloma, using one of my saved cards.  The image depicted a couple in denim jeans (very much a Michael and Paloma card).   We both love 501 blue jeans.  I believe we always will:
Aug. 12, 1991
Dear Paloma,
A few weeks ago I was  having stomach cramps.  I thought I had food poisoning.   As it turned out I had to go to the hospital and I had "acute appendicitis".  I was at St. John's Hospital in Santa Monica for four days.  I am muh better now though.  And my incision is very small and the scar isn't really too visible.  So...that's the good news.  Now I have a good excuse for NOT writing for a while. What's your excuse?  Ha

I bought this card in Switzerland when I was there last year when I was there last year.  It reminds me of your love for LEVI's.  Don't get me wrong...I love LEVI's, too.  LOTS!

I was in a hospital bed watching the TOUR DE FRANCE this year.  Last year I was on that main street in Paris (Champs-Elysees) watching it!
Oh, I read this in the L.A. Times newspaper last Friday and thought of our recent discussion about that actress, Anne Parillaud:
Anne Parillaud, the gorgeous French star who shot to fame at home and abroad as the hit-woman heroine of LA FEMME NIKITA has been signed by Lee Rich for her first U.S. film  Parillaud will star for Warner Bros. and director John Landis in INNOCENT BLOOD in which she plays a vampire who feeds only on murderers!  And not that Parillaud will become part of the Hollywood filmmaking world, don't be surprised if her intense, much admired NIKITA performance snags a BEST ACTRESS nod next year.
I went home to Alameda recently.  I'm soon going to New York again on August 29th through September 2nd.  It will be nice to get away.
There's a Career Center at Cal State University, Northridge.  I am going to go there today to see about their services.  I miss you.
Love,
Michael

I also wrote a postcard to mom.   The postcard depicted 18th and Howard Streets in San Francisco right after the 1906 earthquake there.   I wrote:

August 12, 1991Mom,I know that you probably have a long list of book selections that you want to read; however, I saw this one and the cover notes sounded pretty good.  I think it might be good.   Enjoy.I am going to use your address for the BLUE CROSS Health Insurance deal because the rates are higher in Los Angeles County in comparison to Alameda County.   Talk to you later.Love, Michael
I still have goals in the back of my mind.  I want the right job and I want happiness while working at it.  I know it will happen eventually.   Alan continues to become my motivator.
I have come to manage my life so well that I do all my work and still have time to rest.  This makes me feel, free, happy.
--Adolfo Bioy Casares, THE INVENTION OF MOREL

There Is Still No One Like You

I was talking…a few days ago (to one) who was complaining about how memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly.   But I don’t go along with that.   The memories I value most, I don’t see them ever fading.--Kazuo Ishiguro, NEVER LET ME GO
Birda wrote me a note about running into Michael Miller in Alameda who said he was a friend of mine (which is true—I’ve known him since he was a kid as his older sister, Sue, I’ve known since 9th grade).   He was his usual social self with Birda as I guess they were having a couple of drinks at a local dive in Alameda.   Birda included a photo of a bike image she came across that made her laugh.  It made me laugh also. 
In the back of the photo she wrote, “Miller made me laugh…but there is still no one like you!”  B.B.  Those words charmed me much.
I was recovering nicely from my appendectomy and Alan escaped to Hawaii with his daughters (Lauren, age 11, and Carrie, age 8).   On July 31st, Alan slyly found a Hawaiian gal postcard and mailed it to me.  It was a delight to receive it.   Alan wrote:
7/31/91Michael,Isn’t she my type?   We just ate (or pigged out) at the GOLDEN DRAGON (fantastic Chinese Restaurant in Honolulu).   It is 9:45 (12:45AM L.A. time) and the kids just went to sleep.  Tomorrow it’s the beginning of total relaxation.Alan
I didn’t realize how much I’d miss Alan.   It’s good that he had this time alone with the girls now during the divorce that is still in progress.   When will it ever end?
I’m thinking it is good that I’m jobless now because it’s perfect for appendectomy recovery.   I can read.  I can watch TV.  I can call mom.  I can write letters.  I can ponder what job I should look for to make me happy.  
“Time will tell.”That’s my line.  One never knows whats in store on that road ahead.  I guess it's just like Agent 007.  He never knows his next assignment.  I can relate. 
“It would cast a shadow over our lives for a time, of course,” he admitted.--Emily Hahn,
NO HURRY TO GET HOME, Short Stories

SWORDFISH

“You can talk, and that counts for a lot.”--Viet Thanh NguyenTHE SYMPATHIZER, a novel
As it turned out…my under the weather feeling was appendicitis.   Alan and I had eaten at this place called BRICKS on Washington Boulevard.  I ordered a swordfish sandwich.   Who knows if that caused my appendicitis?  In any case my tummy was in horrible pain (as if a swordfish was terrorizing my inner organs).   I was lucky for having Alan around while I was at his Sea Colony apartment in Santa Monica.   He drove me to the Emergency Room at St. John’s Hospital (one of the best hospitals in Santa Monica).  I did have appendicitis.  I just begged them, “Do whatever you have to do.”
I had my appendix removed.   Unfortunately, my health insurance at Pac Bell had run out and I had a $10,000 bill to add to my debts.  When it’s a matter of life and death…you pay it; however, I learned a hard lesson with regard to NOT having health insurance (never again).    I woke from my surgery delirium and I was whispering, “Alan…Alan…” as I came out of the anesthesia. 
Alan was right there, standing over me as I said his name.   He called my mom and reassured her that I am a-ok.  It all went well and I’m so glad that the pain is gone.  I don’t know what I would’ve done with Alan.   He’s the best advisor and caregiver.    If I didn’t get to the hospital when I did my appendix could have ruptured and that might have been the end of me.   Alan spoke to the medical staff and kept on inquiring with all of the right questions.  He can talk, and that counts for a lot.
I did learn that Appendicitis usually happens after an infection in the digestive tract, or when the tube connecting the intestine to the appendix is blocked by trapped feces or food (swordfish?).  Both situations cause inflammation, which can lead to infection or rupture of the appendix.  Luckily, my excellent doctor only did a tiny incision that is easily covered even while wearing a Speedo bathing suit.
Well, while I was recovering I saw from my mail that there’s another family wedding in the horizon.   This time it’s somewhere in the Anacortes, State of Washington.  My paternal first cousin, Donna Lynn Armijo, will marry David Scott Payne.   Donna has a daughter named Danielle from another fellow when she was just post-high school but she never married him (John Solario).  Donna is now 21-years old and I guess she found Mr. Right (if that is really possible).  The wedding is at 2PM on July 27th at St. Mary’s Catholic Church in Anacortes.   I’d like to go but funds are low and a trip like that isn’t really smart right now when I have a $1300 mortgage payment due on August 1st for my condo here in West Hollywood at 1010 N. Palm Ave.  
Dorothy Rua found another cool Black and White postcard from that cool French photographer named Robert Doisneau.  It’s a 1934 vintage photo that he titled DADDY’S PLANE.   It is rather amusing.  If you look at the photo it appears to be a father giving his son a ride in a 3-wheeler plane.   Dorothy wrote:
7-29-91Dear Michael,I didn’t have a minute to myself this past weekend so here I am writing and sending you the card I promised.  I hope you’re able to make it on the plane toward home this weekend and that your plane is a little bigger than this one. I can’t begin to describe this feeling in my stomach as I listened to your message on my VM (voice mail) on Friday.   You sounded so tired and a ruptured appendix is very serious!  Thank goodness you got the surgery in time.  I’m glad we had a chance to talk but I guess that was to be expected.  I hope you continue to feel better with each passing day.  I thought about you throughout the weekend and called you at Alan’s today (left a message that I’d try you at your house but your phone was busy).  Maybe I’ll call tomorrow.It’s nice that you have a good friend…especially at a time like this.  Take it easy Mr. Muscles.  I’ll try to talk to you soon.Love, Dorothy
"I can tell you one thing," I said to Alan."What's that?""I'll never eat swordfish again."He laughed, "You got that right!"
PAIN ends but knowledge does not.--Viet Thanh Nguyen
THE SYMPATHIZER, a novel