Michael Joe Armijo's Blog, page 59

If An Opportunity Comes

"We all die alone…before that we make choices.” -as heard while watching a Season 1 episode of the TV Drama series “THE AMERICANS” on the night of July 3, 2014

Wednesday, August 31, 1988It’s the end of another month.   Lottie is excited for me after I told her of my yearning to move to Los Angeles.   That was a crazy statement, considering the fact that I’m pursuing graduate school at the University of San Francisco; however, what’s wrong with having more things ‘going-on’.   When a decision has to be made it will be made with much careful thought (hopefully).
PHOTO: 'me' and mom (Virginia M Armijo-Lucero)
on August 31, 1988

  I’m feeling that I need to spend more time with mom during this sensitive time (only one year since dad passed away).    I accompanied her to our local South Shore Shopping Center after hanging-out with her at home today.   I love her company.   She likes when I come around too.   That makes for easy, fun company.

September 3, 1988The week seems to fly by.   I keep myself entrenched and focused while at work.   My bosses love my productivity.
It’s September 3rd and mom’s Birthday is only three days away.   I spent a big part of my day at her house (after my bike ride).   I learned today that my niece, Holly, may not like comic books.

I have fun with my nieces when they’re at mom’s house.   I almost feel like I’m their big brother.   Ashley calls me “Uncle Mike” so that puts me in-check and makes me realize that I’m not their big bro at all.   I still make it fun.

Mom encourages me to do what I want.   She wants me to be happy.  I sometimes see nervousness in her eyes.   She finds it great that I’m pursuing graduate school.   When I mention moving to Los Angeles she frowns a bit.   I’m sure she doesn’t like the sound of it.  I here myself saying, “Mom, if I transfer to LA with Pac Bell I might find better career opportunities there.   And just think…you can visit LA for four-day weekends.   It would be a great change of scenery for you.   Oh, I don’t know…I may be in the middle of grad school, so if an opportunity comesacross I will have to make a choice and decide.”
Mom sighs and smiles.
“You’ll help me decide, right?”  I asked.
“I don’t know…I guess.”
“Say you will.”
“I will," she smiles, realizing that I value her opinions.
It’s amazing how I can get mom to set her mind to something.  I’ve opened a door.   Who knows?  It’s also nice to know I can make decisions and have mom approve of some of them.   She simply wants me happy (as I wish her to be as well). 

The day was coming to a close.   Ashley wanted all of the miniature toys to take home.   Mom found a little laundry bag to place the toys.  It’s cute how little toys amuse the kids.   Decisions aren't as life-changing when one is a kid...or are they?  I guess it depends on 'the toy'.  What is my favorite toy?   It’s the bike, of course.   I wish I could ride in the TOUR DE FRANCE.

 “When a woman sets her mind to something, to resist it was as foolish as trying to build a wall with your left foot.”
-Darcy O’Brien
A WAY OF LIFFE, LIKE ANY OTHER

 
 

Things Are Different Now

“When you write of us…do so gently.”
–as heard while watching the 2009 film ANGELS AND DEMONS

August 25, 1988 I set my Polaroid camera ‘timer’ and took a couple of solo portrait shots of myself.   I had to take two and suddenly realized I could see the TWO sides of me (being the GEMINI that I am).  
These two photographs were an interesting self-study.   I think any person who is a GEMINI should take two portraits of themselves and examine them to see your different sides/looks/emotions. 

 A few days later (August 28, 1988) I did the same for my young niece, Ashley.   She’s not a Gemini, of course.   She’s a very opinionated TAURUS the Bull.   It was interesting to see the two sides of her in these portraits as well. 
One was her ‘I want to be SNOW WHITE version’ and the other was her ‘Look Mister, take the damn picture so I can get on with my activities (as she holds her WHY DID GRANDPA DIE? Book).

I also took a cutie-pie photo of Holly in a cozy position on the floor.
PHOTOS:  Aug 28, 1988 Portraits of Ashley Marie Armijo
Speaking of Grandpa (my father)…he died a year ago on the Saturday morning of August 29, 1987.   It was clear to me on this day that my former heartthrob Kelly still had a heart.   She remembered.   She was still thinking of me.   She wrote me a card dated August 26, 1988 and I received it on August 28, 1988.   The cover of the card had these words imprinted on it:  MAY YOUR MEMORIES COMFORT YOU.   Inside the card, the imprinted words were as follows:   May you find comfort in each thought of happiness your loved one brought, and may it help in some small way to know that warm thoughts are with you today.

Kelly personally wrote the following: Mike,
I know things are different now, but to me it’s important to let you know that I’m remembering your sorrow over your father’s death last August.   Though I wasn’t lucky enough to meet him from what you told me about him he sounded like the greatest father a person could ever have.  You were lucky, and so was he.   I hope this time of year will be easier for you and your family.  You’re a very special person, Mike.  You will always hold a special place in my heart.
Love,
Kelly

I needed these words right now.   It meant so much to me that Kelly would write these words to me.   Things are ‘different’ now and they will unlikely ever be the same between us.   I hope she will return to be a part of my life somehow.   I just know I don’t want her in my life now.  It hurts too much.   I need to move on.   As her card clearly states:  ‘May Your Memories Comfort You’.    I am trying to feel this. In an effort to ‘move on’ I arranged and followed through on the outing to Berkeley with my good buddies (Jim from the Gym and Michael G. Miller). 

I got so excited when I saw the PALOMA Restaurant I had Mike Miller take a photo of me in front of the sign.  I knew I had to send this photo to Paloma eventually.
Jim from the Gym is inspiring.  He always talks about ‘working out’ and ‘keeping in shape’.   It’s so true.  It has to become a WAY OF LIFE because it’s so easy to let one’s guard down and eat, eat, eat.  That’s the danger zone if exercise isn’t in the picture because the next phase will be fat, fat, fat.  Ugh!

I returned to mom’s house later and my nieces, Ashley and Holly, were still there.   I took a few more photos and then Sherri arrived to whisk Ashley and Holly back to their house. 
Tomorrow is another day.   And for me, it’s my typical commute to San Francisco to my cubicle at Pacific Bell (ugh).
And evidently, even in ties past when he had thought and done the opposite of the things he was thinking and doing today, he had somehow known or at least dimly divined the dubiousness of it all.--Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game, a novel, The Legend (Chapter)
 
 

Follow-Ups

“A woman’s youth ends when she has a child.”
-as heard during the 2010 film, AFTERSHOCK

Sunday, August 21, 1988

Mom received a Sunday visit from Tony, Helen and the girls.   I was right there to take a group photo of them.   Sherri and Holly popped over as well.   Holly looked so cute with her head band on.

I also took a photo of me with Helen, Lauren, Leigh and Holly.   Leigh was a bit moody and uncooperative with the photo moment.  I thought she might have had a dirty diaper.   

My mom took hold of Leigh and calmed her down almost immediately.   That’s what a good grandmother can do.   I couldn’t believe it.   I had to take a new photograph of mom, carrying Leigh.   She miraculously calmed her down.  
After Tony, Helen and the girls left the house Sherri mentioned the new model homes that are open on Harbor Bay Isle.   “Let’s go see them!”  I stated in excitement.
Sherri did the seat-belt thing for Holly and we were off to see the new models.   

It was fun to see the décor in the new homes.   Mom likes to check that out.   I took a photo of mom and Holly on one of the floral decorated living rooms. In another model I loved this clean, white couch and thought Holly would look divine sitting there among the organized pillows.

Mom took a photo of me in one of the rooms.   It was a perfect Sunday to do this sort of thing.   There were no pressing commitments or follow-ups to pressure me until I returned to my desk on Monday morning.   I love a lazy Sunday.

I snapped another group shot of mom, Sherri and Ashley in one of the Bedrooms of the model home.   That one looked cute.   Sherri found a TEEN magazine planted in this room and called it ‘Holly’s future room as a teenager’.    I sometimes wonder if Sherri wished she had more teen year experiences.   She had Ashley when she was eighteen or nineteen, so I bet she sometimes misses the notion of her teen years. We returned to mom’s house.   Mom and I bid farewell to Holly and Sherri.    It was time for me to go home as well as I realized tomorrow was a back-to-work day.  I wasn't thrilled about work and was so happy about this Autumn and my forthcoming graduate courses. 

When I returned to the townhouse I found Michael Miller there in lounge mode.   He’s so easy to have as a roommate.   I like that because I don’t feel uncomfortable about going home.  He’s just like a brother to me.   He always seems to hurt himself and think nothing of it though.   He scraped his elbow.   I took a photo of that for the bloody effect of the memory. 
"Ouch!"  I said.
Mike and I discussed going to Berkeley next weekend with ‘Jim from the Gym’.   That ought to be fun; however, I still like to find happiness in solitude.  I feel that is always important.   To just curl up with a good book is a very wonderful, personal, private experience.

He sought seclusion and contemplation, while his destiny tried to propel him forward into the public realm.-Hermann Hesse, THE GLASS BEAD GAME, a novel
 
 
 

Be Happy

My only chance is to prolong opportunities.   Something may occur which will give me a chance to escape.
-Bram Stoker
DRACULA
Lottie is sweet.   She sent me a card of a penguin with a bottle of champagne.   It was inspiring as I had mentioned to her about my applications to graduate school to USF (University of San Francisco).
Lottie wrote simply but thoughtfully:

August 11, 1988
Michael,
Congratulations on embarking on a possible new career.  Miss you!   Think of you often.
Love, Lottie

A few days letter I sent Lottie a postcard and decided to write a longer letter to Paloma, using an ideal card that depicted her favorite pair of pants (501 Levis).   I wrote the following: August 14, 1988

Hi Paloma, Believe it or not I’m still working on a cassette tape of songs for you.  It takes time.

I liked this card.   It could be you in those 501 Levi jeans! I also included a photo clip of the Paloma Café in Berkeley.  I’m not sure if it was around while you were here…but it is a certain dedication to you.   It reminds me of you.   I just had to share that with you.   Also, UB40 (our song RED RED WINE) will be performing in Berkeley on September 3, 1988.   Too bad we couldn’t attend together for old-time’s sake.   We’ll have to keep in in mind.

I am collaborating with my mom in selling this townhouse that I now live in on Solomon Lane.   We may exchange it by selling it in order to purchase a new model home in the area.   My address may change with the next year (possibly).   It will still be in Alameda.
 Sorry there are no pictures this time.   At least you got a couple of newspaper ads!   So…Be happy!

I know you’re going to hate this card because I didn’t write forever…but keep in mind that I have to study for a test on Tuesday, August 16, 1988.  I may be attending USF (University of San Francisco) in the Spring of 1989.   I’ll provide more news on that later.Have a great day in the South of France.   People are jealous of people that that live there you know!   Always, Michael Joe Armijo “On paper we’re IDEAL…but LIFE is not on paper.”
--Woody Allen
(From his 2009 film WHATEVER WORKS)

Bad Boys and Girls

The idea was to write about everything that happened to him…but it was not what came out.  It was a collection of random thoughts and he chose to embrace them.   They felt TRUE.  They were more real than the letters he wrote to his family and to his friend.
--Markus Zusak, THE BOOK THIEF
The Blue Danube Waltz (Chapter)

I wrote Paloma another letter in order to share my current frustrations.  I confessed to dating that flight attendant, Kamille.   Her surname is Singh. Singh is a common surname used in South Asia, mainly in India, used originally by the Hindu Kshatriyas (warriors and kings).   Kamille’s father is of INDIA descent.   She came into San Francisco to meet me for lunch one day.   Her schedule is too hectic.  It’s tough to have a relationship with someone who is always going, going…gone.

August 9, 1988Hi Paloma,
I got your letter and great postcards.  The postcards are on my desk!    The sketch that Jonathan got hold of is cool.  I am now tempted to visit you after seeing what the So. of France looks like.

No, I’ve never heard of David Hallyday.  How did your visit go with the Montessori School lady?   I hope ok—but I know—not as exciting as my visits.

I met a gal named Kamille Singh on my return flight from Los Angeles at the end of June.  We’ve gone out a few times but she has a tough schedule.  She is a flight attendant for US AIR.  She’s only 4 feet 11 inches tall!!!   …but she’s very cute.   She is 25 (Is that ok…closer to my age…dearie?) I started a cassette tape of songs for you but it didn’t sound too good.   I’ll surprise you when I finally finish it.  It takes time you know.

I’m frustrated with my job.   I’ve been doing this same job since October 1986.   I need a change   On 12-8-1989 I am considering quitting because I’ll have 10 years of vested time.   I’d like to do something else…like be a Life Transitions Counselor and/or MFCC (Marriage, Family, and Child Counselor).   Only time will tell.   I want to visit London next year.   Maybe I can drop in on you for a week, too.   Will Jonathan and Alexandre say ok (?). Thanks for decorating my desk with those postcards.  Miss You…I’ll work on some songs and a taped message soon.
Sorry So Short. 
Love,
Michael J Armijo


PHOTO:  John Wayne
I still dream of Laura Munoz but it’s clear that it’s a dead end.   It's dead, dead, dead.   I’ve given up on the concept of our being reunited.   It’s funny though because I found a cool portrait postcard of Laura’s grandfather (John Wayne).   It was printed in 1983 by the American Postcard Co. Inc.  I liked the younger version of him and had to purchase it.   He is still born the same day as me after all (May 26).   As I look at this portrait I can’t help but see a slight resemblance to my 24 Hour Nautilus pal, ‘Jim from the Gym’.   There is a familial link.  I believe it.

I recently received a greeting card from John Tuzziano.   The card depicted an ominous photo of Killer Whales.   I guess John could be considered a ‘Save the Whales’ kind-of-guy.  He certainly isn’t a ‘killer’.  Ha-ha.   He wrote some nice words that made me laugh.   I also felt honored that he was interested in my opinion about dealing with a relationship. 

Dear Michael,
How are you doing?   Great I hope.  I haven’t heard from you lately, so I thought I would be3 nice and send you this.

Guess what?   I got a job!   I start working at the Bank of America Automation Center on August 15, 1988 (I can’t wait).   I’ll be working in a department called “Rejected Debits”.   It’s a department that takes care of bad boys and girls who bounce checks (ooooh!). How was the cycling tour you participated in? 

Are you dating anyone?I’ve been dating a guy named Robert.  He’s really nice and very attractive.  We’ve been dating for one month and I think it’s about time to break-up with him because he’s getting really serious.   I don’t feel that we’re made for each other.   I don’t know how to tell him that I would like to go back to being friends and nothing more.   What do you think? 

I’m still waiting for the other letter you were going to write me.   It’s okay though.   I forgive you. Take Care,
JOHN
Write Soon or Call…

“Michael, what interests you in LIFE?” “It’s the peace of the body.  It’s a poet’s ambition nd a soldier’s.  I’m still looking for a woman who can accept the independence of my mind.  At least, from what they, call the heart.”

 “I wonder what we like about LOVE, you and I,” she said. “The notion of sin, maybe, Michael answered, yawning. And the exhaustion too, and the sleep that follows.”

“Is it the beginning of a great love?” He felt like laughing.  Loudly.  Too loudly.  “Oh no.”
“The end of a great love, then.”
What could he answer?   What is a great love?   What are the signs of its birth and of its death agony?   When it’s great love, don’t the memories of it still bother you, even when it’s dead, dead, dead?
“Let’s say,” Michael said, “that it’s a journey of recovery.”
She looked at him surprised and said, “It’s dangerous, recovering people you’ve lost.  You risk having to keep them.”

Michael asked, “Then shall I call you?” “Yes, Yes,” she said, her voice harsh.  “Telephone, you fool.  Send roses.  Write charming notes.  Wait for me in bars outside the theater.   Yes, do everything you think you should…but how much time you’re going to waste!  How much time we’re going to waste.  And the nights pass so quickly.”

She was shaking him like a doll, with tender fury.   He wanted to answer.  He even opened his mouth, but she pushed it shut so hard that his teeth clicked.  And with that suburban accent she concealed on the stage, she said, “Come on upstairs and fuck me.”
--as read in THE PLEASURE SEEKER,
written by Jose Luis De Vilallonga

 
 

'A Real Treasure'

“Try NOT to become a person of worth but instead, of value.”
-Albert Einstein

I made a decision to go to Graduate School.   I applied at USF (University of San Francisco).   I wanted a Psychology or MFCC (Marriage, Family and Child Counseling) Graduate certification.   They had similar programs at USF, so I took the steps to submit the necessary paperwork.   I already took the GRE (Graduate Record Exam), so that was one hurdle out of the way.   I needed three letters of recommendation.  I received one from my current boss and one from a former boss.   I was waiting for another from an instructor at California State University, Sacramento named Robert (Bob) E. Sellner.   I was pretty confident he'd write a good one.Mike Miller was making me jealous with his current fitness kick.   I hadn’t been riding my bike as much as I’d like to do.   Still, I had been hitting the gym three times a week.   It could always be better.   It’s a never ending battle to feel good all of the time.

Sherri came over to mom’s house while I was there to drop the kids off.   My mom was always the willing babysitter. 

 I brought a letter I had received from Paloma.  I decided to go to my mom’s house and reply to her there.   The kids wanted to play but I still managed to write a few words.   I loved the postcard that Paloma sent me.  It was a little wrinkled because her son got his hands on it.   It inspired me so much that I wanted to do an original painting using the concept.

 Paloma wrote:
Le 21 Juillet 1988
Dear Michael,
Thanks for your last letter and card.   You’re right.   That’s really a great one.   I just went to see MOONSTRUCK.   I didn’t like it that much.  I think CHER was way better in MASK.   I love that movie.  This card I bought for you was really nice, too…before Jonathan played with it.    

Thanks for the picture, too.  I’m not sending it back.  Forget it.  You could have written something sweet on the back of it.   I don’t know…something like “to the unforgettable Paloma” or something like that!I just went to Paris for two weeks.  That was fun (lots of things made me think of you). 

I don’t know the song you’re telling me about called “THE PROMISE” by When In Rome…but if you want you can send me a tape with some songs you like and I’ll do the same with French ones.   Have you ever heard about David Hallyday?   It’s not that I like him but I was just wondering if it’s true that he is well-known in the States.   I think he played in a movie called “HE’S MY GIRL”.  I guess all the little stickers on your letter were the movies we’ve seen together.   Let me tell you that I’ve never seen THE MORNING AFTER.   That was someone else!   Was it good…by the way?   I know Jane Fonda wakes up in the movie with a dead man by her side.   What happened?   I didn’t see THE WAY WE WERE with you either!

The last letter I got from Carmela was about a year ago when she got married.   We still keep in touch but she’s really a lazy writer.   I haven’t heard from Monica in a long while.   I guess she still lives with her boyfriend in Hawaii.   When I will be rich I will go visit her. Bonnie and family wrote me about two or three months ago but that was the first time in a long, long time.   They even sent me presents like a 49ers sweatshirt.   I think you’ve seen it on Jonathan’s picture.

Remember I worked in a Montessori School in Berkeley?   Well, I’m expecting the owner in about a week.   She wrote me she was coming to the South of France and she’d like to come visit me with her husband (I think he is a famous lawyer in the States). Anyway, this is the last news.  

I’m sorry you broke up with Kelly…but maybe now you’re back with her (?).   What is wrong with women your age?

I had to laugh.  Paloma recalled that Kelly was younger than I.   For some reason, Paloma is one of the few that I have met who is actually the same age as me.   I think most women my age want an older man (don’t they?).   Perhaps ‘right now’ I am simply better off alone.  It’s so important to enjoy one’s solitude.The next day I received a carbon copy of the Letter of Recommendation that my former Communications teacher, Bob Seller, sent to the Graduate School at the University of San Francisco.   I love what he wrote (especially the quote by Albert Einstein).   He wrote ‘a real treasure’ of a recommendation for me.   Now I’m sure I’ll get accepted.   He wrote:

July 21, 1988 Dear “To Whom It May Concern”:
Such a cold way to begin a recommendation letter for MICHAEL ARMIJO!   But this letter is in no way cold; rather, it’s an enthusiastic and easy one I’m most pleased to write.

In 12 years of college teaching, I’ve written only two other letters for students.   But this one is my greatest pleasure for I truly believe Mr. Armijo will be a real treasure to not only your Psychology Department but the profession as well.

I’ve known Michael since 1980 when he was enrolled in my “COMMUNICATION and BUSINESS and INDUSTRY” class.   He helped to lead not just himself but to motivate others in class to excellence.   Both his exams and speeches (two rigorous exams and 12 speeches) were of superior quality. And as a student, he reached far beyond the obvious to diligently explore each face of the subject.  Highly motivated to learn and excel, he meshed well with classmates on both a dyadic and small group level as he continually…and eagerly…sought to synthesize newfound knowledge and his growing skill into existing personal referents.   He also meshed well with other students in leadership fluency as well as kindness and inspiration as well.

Ambitious, cheerful, going far beyond “just what’s required”, he has a burning pursuit for intellectual fulfillment.   And in today’s “let it slide” world, that’s impressive. But Michael Armijo IS just that—impressive.

Just another recommendation?   No, a commendation instead. Albert Einstein once wrote, “Try not to become a person of worth but instead, of value.”   Michael IS a treasure, is extremely bright, motivated and articulate, and IS a person of great value.   We’ve kept in touch over the years and I am confident both you and he will benefit in your program.

He deserves the best tat only your school can offer.

If you’ve any questions, please call me for more information; I’d be glad to assist further. Best personal regards,
Robert E Sellner
P.O. Box 273
Carmichael, CA 95609
(916) 487-5311

There comes a time in LIFE when one feels on safer ground alone than when trying to find pleasures with another.-Colette
THE PURE AND THE IMPURE

 
 
 

Dancing Helps...

“It was the same song as the night before…”
-as heard while watching the 2012 film, THE WORDS, on September 11, 2012
 Diary Notes/Photos July 16-18, 1988

My roommate, Michael Miller, was hanging around at the townhouse.   I captured a picture of him in his half T-shirt while seated on the couch.   I figured I could use that photo as ransom someday.

 I received a floral card from Lottie dated July 16, 1988, Saturday, 6:45PM.Lottie wrote:July 17, 1988, Michael,
Your friendship makes me very happy!   Thank you for sharing YOU with me.  I hope to hear from you soon.   It always makes my day.  Miss ya!  Watch out L.A. 
Always, Lottie

The imprint inside the card:  I think you’re pretty wonderful!After that line, Lottie wrote:  I sincerely do think so.  Love, Lottie

Lottie also sent a postcard from YREKA.   She wrote:Hi Michael!

Not too many clotheslines in this shot; however, people removed their laundry from the balcony railings just for one picture.   I’m kidding, of course.   Thinking of You.   Love, LottieOn July 17, 1988 I persuaded Michael Miller to go to South Shore beach.   We took some time to lie out on the beach and capture some rays.   I snapped a shot of Miller, wearing his shades.

After the sun-bathing time we went to my mom’s house.   She was driving in to central Alameda.  Mike Miller and I chose to tag-a-long.   I love her Monte Carlo.   It drives so smoothly and quietly.

It was a bit lucky for us because we managed to get an ice-cream cone at TUCKER’s.  

Mike Miller left to run some other errands or perhaps to see his sister.    Later, I walked over to John and Sherri’s house.  My mom and I were invited for dinner.  It was an easy ‘hanging out at home’ kind-of-day.   I think the best shot was of Sherri lifting a kitchen knife.   She must have been influenced by that FATAL ATTRACTION movie.  I guess my camera was getting on her nerves.

The meal was good and it was a fun relaxed time.  I took a good share of other photos while I was there.

Ashley was in a dancing mood.   It’s as if she recently discovered music.Mom  was being the best grandmother ever.   The new toddler, Holly was getting a lot of the attention.  Ashley didn't mind.  She could dance.I accompanied mom back to her house after dinner.    It was a Sunday, so I didn't stay for very long.   The next day was the usual commute to San Francisco. 
I am still dwelling on the beautiful Laura Munoz, John Wayne’s granddaughter.   She is still disregarding my calls, so I’ve given up on her totally.   It’s clear she has no interest as she is avoiding me.   Cest la vie.Music is soothing me.   I'm taking the tip from my niece, Ashley.  I find music to lighten my mind load.  Dancing helps keep one in-shape, too. Fast forward to April 14, 2009…I found Laura on the social media website LinkedIn.com.

I wrote:I met you at Zachary's Pizza in the late 1980s. We went out a couple of times. One time you came to my place in Alameda and saw a poster of JOHN WAYNE.
You said, "Oh my God, that's my granddaddy!"
Remember? I was born the same date (May 26th) as John Wayne.
Cool to see you here. I sent you a message via your company website too. Let's see which one reaches you first.   I'm on FACEBOOK, too. I live in L.A. and NYC now.
Hugs,
Michael J Armijo

The same day, April 14, 2009, Laura wrote:Sure of course I remember you Michael!  How are you?  What are you up to these days?  I really rarely use LinkedIn and don't use Facebook.  Too much to do and seems like I'm easily distracted on the internet.  I’ll go in to search for one thing and next thing you know hours have passed.  So fill me in.  What are you doing?

The next day, April 15, 2009, Laura wrote:
Hi Michael-

No "real" surprises in your email.  (Except that I heard from you...nice surprise...especially that I know you’re 'gay' and involved).  I'm happy for you...sounds like you've had a colorful life with a partner to share in your experiences.
I remember when you came into the Zachary’s for lunch you were with two gay men and you denied your "sexual orientation" at the time.  Besides you were far too nice and romantic to be a straight man:-) (I say that with a grin).  If I do the math right- your daughter was alive when we dated?  You met Alan when I graduated from college?  Wow that is a long commitment...good for you!
Well, my story is long too but I am typing on a blackberry with no access to a computer for a week, so I’ll spare you the details.  I am on vacation in La Jolla with my 3 children Romano(13) Isabella(10) and Joseph(7).  I've been married for 15 years....we have moved 6 times!!!  Each time we moved I went dreadfully but somehow always settled into a comfortable spot with amazing friends.  I was in sales for ten years with XEROX and then pharmaceutical sales with ROCHE for another decade +/- .  Both wonderful fulfilling jobs.  The moves took a toll on the kids though, so when we moved to Arizona I took some time to regroup and get everyone settled.  Boredom set in with all kids in school. Photo:  Scottsdale, AZ
I still picked up a few small acting gigs here and there but it’s not so stimulating and commercials don't really challenge the "inner actress".  I decided to put into motion one of the many ideas that I thought "wouldn't it be cool if...."  And so became Chiaya.  (Which I think you've probably checked out from Linkedin?).  Anyway...the "jobs" are plentiful now....stimulating, stressful, wonderful, exciting, scary etc. The good news is I get to travel to wonderful places to promote my product.  The hard part is so little time!!

I’ll be in Napa in May will you still be there? How lucky you are!  Take careLaura

December 29, 2010Michael
How are you?  OK fill me in…what’s going on in your life?   I came across the link to your 007 blog.  I wandered thru it and can’t make sense of too much (as my time is limited, my ad is kicking in and I’ve plum forgotten what I actually logged onto my computer for in the first place!)

Last we connected you were with Alan...turning 50 and going to Europe for a few weeks for your birthday.  Fast forward...there’s a Rachelle, Paloma and Chad! Hope you are well!
Laura

On January 27, 2011 I sent this email to Laura:Hi Laura...
How are you doing?  I've been back in L.A. since Jan. 6th (after that Aussie to New Zealand Holiday Cruise).  It was pretty fabulous but I was happy to come home and initialize my FITNESS kick...I'm doing really well with that.
Refresh my memory...you're in the La Jolla/San Diego area, right?
I'm in Rancho Mirage now...we have some business here lately.  The weather is right---just not really a 'Palm Springs/Desert' type person.   I guess it's good for a weekend.  lol
...still doing my BLOG...I dished out several last Sunday so I'm up to date until Feb. 4th...lol.   I'm anxious to see what I wrote when I first met you at that Chicago Pizza joint.
Send me an email when you get a chance...don't sweat it.  I know you're a busy gal. Hugs,
Michael J. Armijo

January 28, 2011 Hi Michael
Speaking of desert...no kidding ...I'm actually in Arizona!  Argh!  …been here 5 years!  Not my choice but other than location my life is good!

So…explain your blog a little…  Is it fiction or non?  Are the names changed to protect the innocent?  
You said “I'm anxious to see what I wrote when I met you....".  Have you written that already?  Do you have a date that I can specifically refer to?
What was your favorite part about your cruise? Laura

September 9, 2011Hi Laura,
I was sure I replied to this email from you months ago---but just in case, I wanted to let you know I was still around.  My blog is still posting, too.  Ha-ha...I better catch up on doing more this Sunday because I only have them done up until Sept. 14th.

I heard about the loss of electricity in San Diego and Arizona yesterday---I hope you weren't included in that.  If so, I do hope your power is up and running now.
My daughter (age 26) just broke up with her boyfriend of 4 years...and plans to spend the weekend with Alan and myself in 'Napa Valley' for the weekend of Oct 6-9, so I'm looking forward to that.
Aren't you still doing a bit of fashion creativity with your business called Chiaya?   Alan's daughter is a fashion designer in New York and just made a deal with Bloomingdales in New York.  I’m so excited for her.
I hope to read a bit from you again soon. Hugs to you and your family,
Michael J. Armijo

And so…it has been over three years since I have heard from Laura again.   I know she is busy with her business and her children.   Time is an issue.   Perhaps we shall reconnect once again someday and really become greater friends.   I still feel that connection with her grandfather, John Wayne.   After all, we are born on the same day:   May 26th.
Like most men capable of servicing (if I may put it that way) a great many women, possession, which is lightning quick, provoked in him a wretched feeling of hopelessness.-Colette
THE PURE AND THE IMPURE

 
 

John Wayne's Granddaugher

"Courage is being scared to death... and saddling up anyway."
Actor John Wayne,
b. May 26, 1907, d. June 11, 1979

Diary Notes/Photos July 9-15th
July 9, 1988Needless to say, I was nervous and anxious.   I was all excited for tomorrow and my date with Laura Munoz.  I’ll see her in just twenty-four hours.

July 10, 1988After work I showered and shined in preparation for my big date.   I confirmed her address last night and found a Victorian-like house in Berkeley.   One of her friends must’ve been looking out of the window because Laura came out of the house as soon as she saw me drive up in my black Mustang.  

We went for a drive around Alameda, showing her where I went to high-school.   I also explained the three sections of the west side near Webster Street, the central part of Park Street and the hidden neighborhood enclave of Harbor Bay Island (where I live).   We went to Harbor Bay Landing for a bite to eat at the Ice Cream Dock (they don’t just serve ice-cream).  It was casual and nice to be near the lagoons and houses.

“Let me show you where I live, you won’t believe how close it is.”
“Okay, that’ll be nice.   I had no idea this area existed,” said Laura.“I’ve heard Newport Beach is really nice.”
“Yes, it is.  I really miss it sometimes.”
“Well, school will be over and you’ll be back.   I’ll have to visit you.  I've never been there.”
“Yeah, that would be fun.  You would love it.”
"That's what I hear."

I drove to my townhouse in a matter of minutes and showed her my pad.   I grabbed my Polaroid and said, “Oh wait, I have to snap a picture of YOU.”
She posed a bit and gave me that luscious smile.   I loved her combination of pink and green colors.
PHOTO:   Laura Munoz, John Wayne's Granddaughter
 I took her upstairs to the bedroom.   I showed her my bedroom.
She looked at the wall adjacent to my bed to see my life-sized poster.
“Oh My God…that’s my granddaddy!”
“What?   Are you kidding me?”
“Yes, he’s my granddaddy.”
“That’s wild.   Do you know why I have that poster of him on my wall?”
“No, why?”
“Well, we are born on the same day, May 26th!”

I thought I had scored miraculous points with her.   When would she ever meet a man born on the same day as her granddaddy, John Wayne?   I couldn’t believe she was John Wayne’s granddaughter.   Apparently, John Wayne was married to three Hispanic women:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Wayne 
 PHOTO:  The Young John Wayne He was married to his first wife, Josephine Alicia Saenz, from 1933-1945 and they had four children:Michael Wayne
Maria Antonia Wayne LaCava
Patrick Wayne
Melinda Wayne Munoz
Laura’s mother was Melinda Wayne-Munoz.  Needless to say, I was surprised.   We watched a bit of TV but she had classes the next day, so we cut the night short.   I drove her back to Berkeley.   While parked at the curb of her house I gave a quick peck of a kiss.
“So, when can I see you again?”
“Call me.”
“Okay…I will.  Have a good night.” 
She smiled 'that smile'.
I couldn’t wait to see her again.  
  July 15, 1988 I kept calling Laura.  Her calls are being screened by her college roommates.   I am beginning to get the message that she doesn't want to see me again.   Why?   What did I do wrong?   I will call her again in a few days.   It's her last chance.   She won't even answer the voice messages I leave.  It's annoying.  I don't understand it.
"I've had three wives, six children and six grandchildren and I still don't understand women" -Actor John Wayne,
b. May 26, 1907, d. June 11, 1979

 
 
 
 
 

Love At First Sight: LAURA

He has evidently some deep problem in his mind, for he keeps a little notebook in which he is always jotting down something.
-Bram Stoker, DRACULA

Diary Notes/Photos July 4-8, 1988
The Fourth of July weekend was busy.  I accomplished the completion of painting mom’s house at ‘356 Magnolia Drive’ in Alameda with the white and black trim.   It came out beautifully and mom was happy with the interior of her house as well as the exterior ‘for the time being’.   She loves it ‘spic and span’.   I was pretty proud of how the house appeared now, too.John Kennedy Tuzziano arrived over the 4th of July weekend with a couple of friends from Los Angeles.   I know they were experiencing San Francisco and other sights but they managed to come over to Alameda to visit me.  I showed them around Alameda and took them for a ride into Berkeley.   I really like Berkeley, so I thought it would be a pleasant switch of scenery for them.   I took them up to North Oakland and we walked along College Avenue, browsing a few shops here and there.  
They were hungry and it was pre-dinner time, so I suggested a cool pizza joint known as ZACHARY’s.   It’s known for their deep dish Chicago-style pizza but the thin crust is also quite good.   There was already a line out the door but we managed to arrive early.   The wait wasn’t very long.

I believe John Tuzziano had an ‘infatuation’ with me but I couldn’t be sure.  I don’t think I was in any interest mode ‘at the time’; however, something challenged me when I saw HER smile.   I think it was ‘love at first sight’.   Laura was her name.   She was our waitress at ZACHARY’s.   Each time she came to our table the eye contact and smile she gave me was NOT exaggerated.   I know she felt something strong as well.  It was the ideal mutuality connection.

I learned that she attends UC Berkeley and that her major is PSYCHOLOGY.   “How impressive,” I thought.
I managed to get a new question thrown in every time she came to the table.
“Where are you from originally?”
“OH, Newport Beach.”
I asked John and his friends, “Do they ALL look like her in Newport Beach?”  
Sigh.  
This was my final chance. 
“Can I get your phone number?  Maybe I can show you around the Bay Area one of these days?”
She smiled, took our check and came back with a little slip of paper signed, ‘Laura Munoz', with her telephone number!
I was ecstatic.

John and friends returned to Alameda with me.    As soon as they departed I went to mom’s house only to find her in front of the house that evening, watering her lawn.  
While we were watching television later that evening I nonchalantly announced, “Oh, I met someone.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, her name is LAURA and she goes to UC Berkeley.   I don’t want her to think I’m too desperate so I’m not calling her until tomorrow.”
Mom laughed.

July 6, 1988I found a cool, vintage Sonny and Cher postcard.   Realizing how Paloma had this fanatic phase for CHER.  I had to send her the postcard.  I wrote:

July 6, 1988
Paloma,Being the postcard collector that I am I would normally NOT send you this postcard.   I’d keep it but I knew you’d get a kick out of it—because I did.   Do you remember how you said CHER was your idol?  And how you admire her?   Well, this proves that certain people do improve with age!  Ha-ha.

Thinking of You…How’s Jonathan?
Ashley, Lauren, Leigh and Holly Armijo are all FINE.
I’m yearning to go to FRANCE again.   Next year maybe…
Hello to Alexandre.
Always,
Michael J Armijo

I didn’t mention LAURA.   It’s too early to report anything of substance.
  July 8, 1988: 
My grandmother (mom’s mom) came to stay at mom’s house for a couple of nights.   I stopped by while mom was cleaning the garage.   Grandma was sipping coffee.   Mom was clearing out the garage of old junk.   She found three toilet plungers and we all laughed.    I think it was more hysterical for mom and grandma when I got my Polaroid and took a photo of the two of them with mom holding the three plungers.   Silly me…but a funny, memorable moment.

When Grandma left I thought it was only fair for mom to photograph me with one of the plungers, so I allowed her to take one of me by the kitchen sink.   Once again…we laughed.
More importantly, I am ever so excited.   I have a date planned for July 10thwith LAURA.  That is only two days from now!   I called her and she was pleased to hear from me.   I will pick her up in Berkeley and bring her to Alameda.    She lives in a house with three or four other college girls.
We’ll probably go to the Ice-Cream dock for a light meal and then come to my place for a possible video movie screening.   I can’t think about anyone else right now except Laura.   She’s THE ONE!  She is my ‘Josette’.   Her name is LAURA MUNOZ, so I think she’s part Spanish.  
PHOTO:  Laura Munoz He had never before encountered such a look in anyone’s eyes, a look at once so searching and so loving, so innocent and so critical, radiating such kindness and such omniscience.
-The Glass Bead Game, a novel by Hermann Hesse
(A CONVERSATION)

A Visit to the Alameda County Fairgrounds

“The universe is winding down.  Why shouldn’t we?”
-Woody Allen,
as heard in his 2009 film WHATEVER WORKS
Diary Notes/Photos June 29, 1988The day was planned for a visit to the Alameda County Fairgrounds.   I went over to mom’s house.   She was waiting for John and Sherri to appear with the baby (Holly).   I asked her to snap a photo of me but it came out blurry because she failed to press the shutter button lightly for the lens to focus.   I became impatient and she got a bit upset with me.   I know…it was silly.   I was saved by the bell as her trim line phone rang to save the day.

Ashley was already at mom’s house, having spent the night.   She was being a very cooperative model for my camera today.   She was overly excited about going to the County Fair, too.   She was acting like ‘goody two shoes’.


Holly was looking a little surprised at all of the commotion.  I don’t believe she knew what was happening.   She was just going along for the ride.   Of course she was very observant with me taking pictures of her.   She needs to grow some hair.

John and Sherri arrived and they allowed me to document their arrival with a Polaroid photo as well.
I was excited about going to the Fairgrounds with them.   It made for a fun family outing.   Mom took another photo of me on her couch.   Her new family room furniture had just arrived yesterday and I was taking advantage of the new comforts.

We arrived in Pleasanton quickly.   John did the driving and the first thing Ashley wanted to do was ride the pony.   The pony’s name was MARY LEGS.   I couldn’t figure out how someone would come up with a name like that one.   Ashley seemed to enjoy the ride.   I only wish they had big horses for an adult to ride.   I felt a little jealous.   I wanted to go horseback riding.


I did manage to go down one of the slides with Ashley and my mom was holding my camera and snapped me at the bottom of the slide.  
“How embarrassing is that? No one can EVER see that picture.   I’ll have to hide it in a book that no one would ever open.”
Mom laughed.  

I took a couple more snap shots of Ashley on some of the rides.   She was definitely getting all of the enjoyment of the day.   Sherri looked exhausted.  Holly didn’t know what was going on.   She was too young to go on any rides.  She wasn’t even 3-months old yet.

I think John was starting to feel tired too.   He seemed to snap out of it after a while. Once we returned back at mom’s house in Alameda we found comfort once again on her new family room furniture.   John was relieved to be home.   It’s not easy with a baby and a very active, fun-loving little girl that has an endless amount of energy.

I sometimes wondered what Holly might be thinking at this infant stage when I would take her picture.  Her eyes always had that look of ‘alarm’.  


Ashley, on the other hand, was happy to continue to allow me to take photos of her.   When she had her Grandma’s night shirt she allowed me to take a smashingly good one of her.  I think that was my favorite.  Earth tones seem to be her color. It was a fun-filled day.   I know I had a good time.  Family time keeps my mind away from this non-relationship phase and the doldrums of my Pacific Bell work week.  Ugh…“When all else fails…we don’t.”
-as heard while watching the 2009 film
GI JOE: The Rise of Cobra