I probably forgot to do it. I was going to mention that my friend Sun realized that she’s known me all her adult life (whatever that means) and that we seem to have misplaced a lot of the friends we had. TERRY PRIBBLE, WE’RE TALKING ABOUT YOU. And Ian Griswold (though he’s married and in a different category) and Greg Watkins and Ed-whose-last-name-slips-my-mind-right-now, etc.
Anyway, two other things. One is that I went to the ham radio swap meet and bought another Morse code key:
Something I’ve wanted to find for a while and it says “Flame Proof” on it. Not that I’m going to test that.
The second is that some woman I know called me up late at night to tell me about her date! I can’t get anything going and she’s out with an accordian-playing janitor she met through online personals. I really haven’t seen any online personals I want to follow up on, myself. I suppose that’s my own problem, though.
It means I’m OOOOOOOLD, but you’re OOOOOOLDER. Ed’s last name is Gilmore. I think.
guitar-playing waiter (reality) and accordion-playing janitor (in your mind) are two very different things!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!