Scribbling

We lived in a mist of half-shared, unreliable perception, and our sense data came warped by a prism of desire and belief, which tilted our memories, too.

-William Golding
"Lord of the Flies"

Twenty-five years ago today:

October 5, 1986
Sunday

I enjoyed a nice breakfast with mom. After the nourishment I lounged at my pad and watched the San Francisco 49ers' game.

Mark had told me to go to Coyote's Point but I didn't choose to go. I just wanted to stay home.

At 4:30PM I did break-down and go on a leisurely bike ride. There were a lot of folks from Oakland on South Shore beach on this early evening.

I remember hearing on the radio that an eighteen year old girl ran down four bicyclists in Gilroy, California.  I guess she was switching cassette tapes and swerved to the side, running over the bicyclists.  It depressed me. I ride many miles on many roads and I could have easily been one of those accidental victims.
Photo: James Brolin
I dismounted my bike and went to mom's house. I watched an action-thriller movie there called NIGHT OF THE JUGGLER, starring James Brolin.  His role was as a dad who had a daughter that was kidnapped.

Johnny Schaefer telephoned.
"You know, I may fly up to Oakland this morning or next," Johnny announced.
I think he wanted to get my reaction.  I was supportive of his visit.
Johnny continued by saying, "I want to go to the beach."
I only wished I could go. The beaches in Southern California are so much better.

I'm happy to say the Bay Area weather has been pretty spectacular. I am glad I am off from work during the first week of November.

I spend my life scribbling.
-Stendhal
"The Red and the Black"