A Real Pointdexter

Every human being was given a virtue:   the ability to choose.   Anyone who fails to use this virtue transforms it into a curse, and others will choose for them.
-Paulo Coelho
"Like The Flowing River"

Twenty-five years ago today:

September 27, 1986
Saturday

Birda telephoned me on this day.
"So what's the scoop? Are you moving-off to L.A. or not?" Birda asked.
I sighed. "I wish I knew myself. It's too early to say."

I invited mom for a drive to Palo Alto to the Stanford Shopping Center. We ate lunch at the Neiman-Marcus Department Store. I really enjoyed the drive down there.

I gave mom a photo I'd taken of her and Ashley earlier this month. She liked it.

When we returned to Alameda at 3PM or so I chose to go on a one-hour bike ride. After the ride I went to mom's house to see Helen, Tony and Lauren. Helen gave me a cute wallet-sized photo of Lauren.

We watched a movie together called AMERICAN FLYERS. I took a nap in my old room after the movie. When I woke up Tony, Helen and Lauren had left.
"When did they leave?" I asked mom.
"Around nine o'clock."

Robert, the weirdo computer dude, who called me at a late hour recently called again.
"Why don't you come over?" Robert asked.
I didn't have anything else to do, so I acted on his invitation. I had to drive out to Concord. I met him at a posh restaurant called STRAW HAT Pizza (if you can believe that). I had a beer or two. He was a real "pointdexter" kind-of geek. He wore hard-rimmed glasses and a goofy plaid shirt. He was nice enough and totally harmless, so I didn't think there was any reason to not go to his place.
Robert showed and demonstrated his latest electronic memorabilia. It was all rather boring but 'interesting' in some regard. He'd make a great character in my "In the Year 2541" storyline. I yawned a bit and made it clear that I had to go home. So, I left and that was that.
"I have the gift of Specialism," he answered, "Specialism is an inward sight which can penetrate all things."
-Honroe de Balzac
"Seraphita"