I actually finished the first half of the WEBC part of My Story and it should be posted soon. Now that I am back on a single track and should be able to 'leave for California' before the end of the year.

I haven't written for a couple of days because this week has been one of those kind of weeks. Nothing to write about. Nice to hear from you and I will reply to ALL my mail before the end of the week.

Rob

When you stop to think about it...was John Belushi really funny? Are there more fat people at Old Country Buffet than at a regular restaurant. Should there be a moritorium on the word, "hot"?

I watched the Vikings today but it wasn't as traumatic as it could have been if I really thought they might win. I stopped at a 7-11 and picked up a cheese Slurpee and a bag of Cheeto's and I was good to go. Has anyone watched that TV show, Vive Laughlin. This show is like some kind of nightmare. If you thought West Side Story was irritating when these gang members jete' down the gritty streets of New York, in THIS tv show they burst into song and jump on tables at the drop of a hat! Ten minutes into it I was ready to delete...but it was like a car wreck. Not only did I keep looking but I was actually hoping to see some dead bodies.

I went to see that Mark Wahlberg/Joaquin Phoenix movie and it was just o.k. Nothing great. The best thing was seeing that Joaquin had packed on more pounds then Marie Osmond. Yes, yes...I watch that Dancing With The Stars. I have no idea who these people are...Michael Clayton, btw, is pretty good even though George Clooney bugs the crap out of me. It's politics. Speaking of politics...I think libs are more likely to buy into conspiracy theories than normal people. (ha ha) I still think that George Kennedy had something to do with Marilyn Monroe's death. (You know those Kennedys)

Take care.. Rob

Taffy had a wonderful moment added on to yesterday's thread. Some of the rest of you leeches should add something also. Someone wrote and commented that I sound bored. I may be a little but not George Saunders bored. (If you want an explanation of that write me) I am not really bored. I am unstimulated. Every day used to be a competition. Days full of dreams and fears, attentions and slights, enemies and potential enemies. Now, I wake to a certainty that my day will be spent drifting on a calm sea and I fall to sleep having conquered nothing.

"For is it not true that the intensity of searching for something is merely a mask for our fear of actually finding it?"

James Webb wrote that in The Emperor's General. What's missing these days is the search. I'll have to consider taking some chances in the coming year. Without a fear of failure what is the joy in success. I thought of another quote. Dorothy Parker. "They sicken of the calm who knew the storm"

Feel free to write anytime. I don't mind what anyone writes about me as long as it isn't true.

Rob

Fog and mist. That is wonderful weather. If only it wasn't windy and cold! Do any of you have memories of perfectly wonderful days? Or wonderful moments? First of all...rules of the game. These perfect moments cannot include another human. If we don't make that elimination all this would be about would be a bunch of animal-lust moments. (I am not suggesting the lust involved animals but rather was animal-like) And there are the comments I've heard from new fathers (understandable). Since I am childless...a situation sometimes regretted, but in a more reasonable analysis accepted as incompatible with my deeply ingrown selfishness, I haven't experienced that particular wonderful moment.

I just have two that popped to mind. The first when I was about 8 years old. It was the day after school ended for summer vacation. I was up and out early, on my bike doing figure eights in the street. The feeling of complete and utter freedom washed over me and I've remembered that moment for over 50 years.

The second wonderful moment was more recent. I was walking along Market Street in San Francisco. I had just seen a showing of the restored My Fair Lady. Reveling in the sheer perfection of Audrey Hepburn (and Marni Nixon's voice)I was figuratively several inches in the air. (This is all soooo gay!) It was after midnight, the traffic was light, the air still as a grave and low clouds producing a soft rain, almost a mist. Into this silence I heard a train whistle in the south and it was a wonderful moment.

Those were certainly nicer to think about then the times in the lilac bushes with Spencer and Jennifer playing doctor. Even though I think I was chief surgeon. But come to think about it...those were pretty good times too.

I am working on the Story....nice to hear from you all. Sometimes I think I don't write just to get people to write and prod me.

Rob

I apologize for abandoning my website for a month. Or more. No excuse so I won't manufacture one. What have I been doing rather than taking care of business? Nothing. It sort of reminds me of my school days. I would read read read...books on history, books on this, books on that, fiction, non-fiction...whatever. However, the assignments of reading for school and actual grades...forget it. Perhaps, I just automatically rebel if something is expected of me. I am too lazy tonight to even do paragraph breaks and indents. Anyway..heads up. There will be more on the website before the end of October. And. Maybe a surprise or two. Anway, just so you know I haven't forgotten my responsibilites and before the semester is over I'll submit something or suffer the Incomplete on my report card. Take care...Rob