Luck

Be grateful for LUCK, but don't depend on it.-William Feather

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 18, 1987
Sunday

I was on my way to Eileen's but my car was not cooperating.  My plans did not pan out on seeing her.  I had to make a detour back to ma and pa's house.  I ended up draining my radiator and adding new anti-freeze coolant and water.  I suddenly learned that I had a leak.  I needed a new water pump.  It was a bad LUCK sort of day.

I telephoned Eileen and explained the situation with my car troubles. I ended up staying home. I lounged and felt rather depressed.
I received a phone call from Frank Evans. I had forgotten that I had casually met him at THE VORTEX club in Palo Alto. He is a freshman student at Stanford University. He's formerly a resident of Reno, Nevada. He's only nineteen years old. He must be smart. It's odd because THE VORTEX is not a gay club but somehow they find me. I know Frank is attracted to me. I cannot say I feel the same way.
I had also met Juan Azalle-Arce of 631 O'Farrell Street at 415-928-3628.  He's NMT (Not My Type) but he was cordial enough.  I didn't know his telephone until he recently informed me.   I know he wants me to visit him in San Francisco sometime.

I just lounged at home and went to bed early.

Bob Guild telephoned me just before bedtime. He is draining my mentality. He's okay but he's just NMT. I want to steer clear and keep him only as a good friend.

The secret of a good life is to have the right loyalties and to hold them in the right scale of values.
-Norman Thomas