Nearing the end of October

Let's test and see just how psychotic we might be... stare into my eyes... arfe the pictures spinning?

"Yes."

You are crazy. Surpise.

Boy, Howdy. In a week, it'll be Halloween.

Have I let you know my felings towards this non-holiday?

I HATE IT.

Four years of working on Castro Street in San Franscisco in the late 70s galvanized this take on that - it got uglier and more mean spirited yearly. Yes, I hate the day, yet as a kid, I practically lived for it, planning sometimes months in advance. with numerous trips to Boston to get the best grease paint and whatnot to insure a winning (although never in a costume competition until much later in life, like 1991 0 and winning, thank you, the First FUCK! Hallowenn Bizarre Party in L.A.) costume. whew. But oh how I loved it. Candy. Free candy. Gimme.

Steve Lipofsky and I were transfixed with it all for some time. I have a creepy idea that we went door-to-door until high school age, preoceeding to get one neighbor's door slammed in our faces for being "too old." Well.

And most of Southern California is burnt to a smokey crisp. I am glad to not be there, sad to not be there, Not There. Period. Burnt. To a crisp.

Look; it's my sister Charlotte, on Crane's Beach!

Looking good. Last gasp day on the sands with sister Mary, who took this pic. Had not been at Crane's since high school days.


My Blog keeps coming out in Hindi. Give me a break.
Bongiddy bongiiddy bongiddy bong

not fun
and it's set on "English" - this is a drag supreme.
oh well....

Maybe not now, I just discovered the key ingredient in this stew. In the header toolbar "Type here for Hindi" No thank you. Ye gads.


So, Vishnu with you?


We are dealing with Charlotte's not-so-fun cancer. She was in MGH lst week for the long-awaitied operation, went into the OR, got knocked out, intubated - full tilt, all systems go, and they did a laryngoscopic look at the good lung - bronchial problem.


She was awakened into a world of No, It Didn't Happen. I can't imagine.


Meds for the bronchitis or whatever. And some kind of linger. Wait to wait. And all this after so much time wondering, like that is ever going to stop. Ten days of meds. SHe is halfway through that now. Then more consultations and...


This weekend, I am going to Bill Schuellein's weekend ski property in Bethel, Maine, I guess close to the White Mountains of NH. Should be fun. This house there comes with a strange tale of mass murder of his foirmer tenant and her mother, something Bill missed out on (with Per also) by mere minutes and good timing. Not so for Mom and daughter. Weird. and Too Real.


That's it for today. Fall has decided to appear - all the leaves are brown and the sky is gray. Truly.

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