December 22, 2005
My best friend is 58 today. Happy birthday Bugs! His wife Linda got him a full-sized Yamaha keyboard with all the effects. Here’s his challenge to me: "Get over here [Fresno] and we will rock out on Just Like Me, which, yes, I can play on the organ. I will even get us three-cornered hats to wear."

The latter is a veiled threat to dress up like Paul Revere and the Raiders, one of our hero bands when we were in the Exits.

Charles and I grew up in Kingman and we were kind of shocked when we went off to the big city (Tucson) to college. As one of our classmates put it: "Most of the kids in college did not have the kind of sex education instruction that we got at Mohave County Union High School. We must have learned 20 or 30 different sex positions, how to find the G spot, and maybe a half-dozen different ways to perform oral sex on a woman. I guess that I never fully appreciated how smart our high school's janitors were.”

I got this Email from across the pond this morning:
“'Gerry Anderson's Wild West Show' was an immediate hit. The BBC plans to
repeat the series almost immediately, starting in mid-January. Must be BBB's hat. Or, maybe, the red shirt.”

I’m going on my third day of double vision, although my eye is getting better. My drawings are still strong though and I stick by yesterday’s theory. In fact, here’s one of my examples to speak for herself:

“Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.”
—Helen Keller