RMB

Prestige! Is that nothing, sir? The respect of fools, the astonishment of children, the envy of rich, the scorn of the wise…
-Antoine Barnave, 1761-1793
One of the major orators of the French Revolution

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 24, 1987
Saturday

I stopped by mom's house first and took the liberty of waking her up. She accompanied me to my house and we decided on a morning outing to OLE's WAFFLE SHOP on Park Street. The waffle is so deliciously good and I'm always torn as to whether or not I want the ham and cheese omelet. We purchased some LOTTO tickets (for fun) at the corner Alameda Drug store. If we win one day you'll hear about it. Mom won $5.00 the last time. She has better luck.

It was raining all day. I couldn't RMB (Ride My Bike) as originally planned. I chose to nap. Mom, of course, wanted to help with straightening out my pad with some light household cleaning.

I telephoned my Stanford pal, Frank Evans. I was actually returning his call to me at six o'clock this evening. I had just missed his call. When I called him back it seems I had just missed him as well.

I decided to call on Mark.
"What are you up to tonight?"
"Oh, I made arrangements with Poison Ivy."

Bob wanted to go out.
Bob suggested, "Maybe we can hit B Street in Burlingame."
"I'm not really in the mood for that."
We simply chatted a little and I managed to escape.

I turned in for the night by 10PM. I wanted to sleep. Yawn.

I attribute the little I know to my not having been ashamed to ask for information and to my rule of conversing with all descriptions of men on those topics that form their own peculiar professions and pursuits.
-John Locke