Why Open a Can of Worms?

Everyone has bad days.  The way we deal with them is key.  We need to change something.  Either way, the trick is choice or freedom of choice to be precise.  If you want to be happy, the first thing you need to do is set your intention to be happy. --A.C. Ping, “BE” 

I received another letter from my friend and acquaintance, J. David Enright IV: 

From THE ENRIGHT OFFICE, 1899 California Street, PH, San Francisco, CA 94109 

October 24, 1995 

Dear Michael, 

I got back from New York to find your nice note and a postcard from Hawaii which cheered me.  You look great in the Paris photo, by the way. 

The weather in New York was perfect and I had to venture out to Long Island where the leaves are turning color, so it was a great fall trip, combining business and friends.  I’m around San Francisco for the next couple of weeks and then I go to Honolulu and Lanai for a week, then back to S.F.  

I don’t really have a lot to lure me to Southern California—except for memories of Labor Day weekend...so, in answer to your question, no, I don’t get much further south than Santa Barbara when I go to play golf about four times a year.  That’s not to say that I couldn’t be persuaded!  On the other hand, since you and your mother are so close and she’s just here in Alameda, any chance of you being up here in the near future? 

It really would be nice to see you again, so let’s try to do that.  Let me know your plans.   

Yours,  David 

P.S. I still don’t have a telephone # for you.  Send it on.  

Hmm, send my phone number?  I think I purposely did not.  After all, why open a can of worms?  I’m with Alan and if anything were to have happened between J. David it would have/should have happened in the past.  It never did, so there’s no sense in pursuing a lost game.  Isn’t that all it was between us—a game?   In any case, he certainly keeps himself busy between New York, Hawaii, Santa Barbara and God knows where else—so I’ll continue to be low key.   However, I did like that his letter was handwritten and not typed on his business stationery.   It made if feel more personal.   His letter didn’t make me have a bad day.  It just left me in a quandary.  Meanwhile, I’ll play a tune and maybe the spontaneous lyrics may provide some needed advice. 

Besides working diligently this week, Alan and I were stricken with suspense by watching this new movie that opened on the 27th called COPYCAT, starring Sigourney Weaver.   It was about a criminal psychologist who specialized in serial-killers.  This psychologist was agoraphobic which added to the intrigue and oddity.   It’s another one of those dramatic mystery thrillers that I simply love.  Sigourney is so wonderful to watch.   I’m magnetized by her expressions and her eyes.   And that Harry Connick Jr. was amazingly sinister. 

Music and singing keep us alive, give us hope.  If we can feel, we know we can live. --VIET THANG NGUYEN, The Sympathizer, a novel