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Could Have Been

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Just a rainy day today. Didn’t do much of anything. Keep sending resumes out to no avail, but I persevere. Watched 2 Cary Grant movies, My Favorite Wife and The Awful Truth. Actually saw the second half of My Favorite Wife, but I did catch The Awful truth and it was pretty funny.

Then I watched Artists and Models starring Jack Benny & Ida Lupino, also featuring Judy Canova, Martha Raye and Louis Armstrong. The Martha Raye bit was odd. I think she was in mocha face, not black face.

She sang Public Melody Number One accompanied by Louis Armstrong set up in Harlem. Quite odd. There was even a bit where Jack Benny hears the Jack Benny show on the radio and says how much he admires him while his girlfriend says she doesn’t care much for Jack Benny.

That’s about how the day went. Bill is here, getting ready for bed since he has to get up at 2:30AM to drive to Albany NY. That’s about all there is to report. Doing some work for Greg Stevens tomorrow. Getting some fish (Garra Rufa) to eat the dead skin off of his feet.

Here’s a look back to February 23 over the past couple of years. What? I told you I didn’t have much going on today. Perhaps I did before. February 23, 2006 I was still working at Wanker Banker. My days were winding down there.

There was a big conference going on for the company, all of the branches met up in Manhattan for meeting at the Waldorf Astoria. I opted to stay in the office with no one around. I ran back and forth several times a day from 55th Street to 49th Street which I didn’t mind at all.

Had dinner at my fellow co-workers from London and San Francisco at a Grand Central Station restaurant. The next day, unbeknownst to me was when I met Mick Jones from the Clash.

Apparently February 23, 2007 wasn’t much different than today. I was recovering from being sick and working for Golden Staffing. In 2007 I just many did the iPod shuffle which I really don’t do anymore since certain people didn’t really care for it.

And you know me, I’m all about you, the reader. Ungrateful leeches. I wasn’t too happy with Golden Staffing. And Annemarie was right about working for another staffing agency since Staph Mark did not go so well.

February 23, 2008 was a break and I wound up writing something from a few years earlier, going to see Cheap Trick with Rita and her boyfriend Jerry at the Beacon Theater. Cheap Trick were good by we were way up in the balcony and unless you have seats in the orchestra, the view isn’t so good.

Earlier that week Bill and I saw his friend Mike MacArthur playing with Diane Schurr at the Blue Note. Also that week Roda and I went to see Lisa Riqoux Hoppe sing in the glee club at Stevens Tech with Rand.

In 2009 I wrote about Lois coming over to take some pictures for her then upcoming show “Is That Supposed to be Funny?”. I also wrote about the Academy Awards saying basically it was the Slumdog Millionaire show.

It was a play by play, with comments on what was going on. I think I took notes which I referred to when I wrote the next day, February 23.

Something about February 23 doesn’t lend itself to writing.

Check back next year. I know I’d be interested in what happens then, maybe you will be too.
Ungrateful leeches.

Me, February 23, 2010

Me, February 23, 2010

Advantage in Height

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In 1987 I went on a trip to Kitty Hawk, North Carolina with some people from McSwells. Steve Raposito, Susan Sear, Martha Groffin, Julie Meanderhall and Bonnie Hauxhurst.

It was my first and only time that I visited North Carolina. The plan came to being one night at McSwells with the principals involved and it seemed like a fun thing to do. We went in two cars. Martha, Steve, Susan and myself in one car, Julie and Bonnie in the other. Bonnie and Julie were a couple at that time.

It was a long, arduous trip down there. We talked about Blue Velvet which was filmed in North Carolina and was released a year earlier so that added a creepy thrill to this vacation.

I think we went down in May before the summer season. We rented a house across the street from the beach and at the time, the outer banks were still somewhat underdeveloped.

One night after having been there for a few days, Martha, Susan, Steve and I decided to do some LSD. Acid was around quite a bit in the 1980’s. Julie and Bonnie didn’t partake. After an hour the four of us were buzzing nicely and decided to venture out to the beach.

It was quite dark out and somehow I was separated from the other three. Martha also became separated. I recall walking on the beach, singing Walking After Midnight and making a pact with the crabs, telling them I wouldn’t step on them if they stayed out of my way. I

t was a good pact and no crabs were stepped on.

It was only a matter of time when the four of us would meet up again in the darkness. I heard Susan and Steve before I saw them and then the three of us were loud enough for Martha to hear us and reconvene.

Steve and Susan were going on about a penis they found which I believe was a toothbrush holder. Martha actually found a penis sculpture in the sand that was about 10 feet long.

It was quite an impressive sculpture. Perhaps the crabs had something to do with it. The sun came up and we wandered back to the house in the light of dawn.

Not many people were stirring and we needed provisions. I went with someone, could have been Steve, could have been Martha to the generals store where a few townsfolk were there starting up their day.

There was a radio playing Roy Orbison, specifically In Dreams which was also featured in Blue Velvet. Behind the counter was an older woman, older to my 24 year old eyes in a bouffant and skirt dancing around, twirling and singing to Roy Orbison.

I turned to Martha or Steve and asked if they were seeing what I was seeing. They were. We bought whatever it is we were buying, probably cigarettes and got out of there as soon as we could, laughing all the way back to the house.

It probably took a day to recover from the trip. But the vacation wasn’t going to last for me anyhow. On a sightseeing trip, while on a ferry I was suffering from sunstroke and while trying to get to some shade and very angry dog snapped at me causing me more distress.

It got a big laugh from the others, that if I wasn’t doing so well before, the dog snapping at me truly was a side splitter.

It didn’t matter much for me anyhow. A day or so later I was getting on a bus to go to Philadelphia to see Wire playing their first US show in a number of years.

Don’t know why that story came up. I was actually going to write about it the other day. Guess I had nothing else to write about.