Search and ye shall find... someone must've needed a fresh license plate, as I awoke and looked out to see my car minus the rear plate. Crossing the street to survey the damage, I find the tossed-aside plate holder in the wee grassy area next to the car. This is not the first attack on her dignity - the sound sytem was ripped out of it some time ago. And boy, do I miss it. It cost way over $100 to replace the smashed window, far more than the tape player/radio couldv'e been worth on a good day. Oh well - here's to living in a big city.
While waiting and waiting and waiting for the N.E. LAPD to get back to me - yeah, it's urgent - I get a call-wait with an old roommate from Boston who is doing the circuit with his new tome re Buddhism and Dharma. Richard Seager is the man's name. Google him for more - we'll see him manana.
Oh - and the rear tire got flattened too. Do I have a bit part in some vendetta movie?
On the bright side of this grey but grey day, last night I got a call from Virginia McDowall -- y'know, Roddie's sister -- whom had disappeared from her cottage at the Motion Picture Fund out in Calabassas. Took some real gum shoe work to find her through a former co-worker/lawyer at Lee Walker's law office. What a tale she had to relate! At 78, she was put through the mill for the last 9 months with all manor of things misdiganosed and all those possibilities of the medical world that we fear ever having to encounter first hand.
But, as she told a visiting pastor of sorts: "I am an amazing woman." You go, girl.
Oh the woes of aging.
Her lawyer, being the height of some efficiency, threw out all of her recently purchased clothing when she left her cabin - the "Joseph Cotton Suite." I adore this gal.
I am but a youngster. Quit yer belly aching, kid.
Onward Xtian soldiers, I guess.
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