Sunday - November 17, 2002
(or, I love L.A.)
Sunday, November 17, 2002
It was a busy week and I finally got a minute to update this journal. I
spent quite a bit of time working on the town hall newsletter and mailing
list. The woman who has been doing it isnít comfortable with computers so
when she sends files or attachments by e-mail, invariably they end up
being the wrong ones. I finally gave up and created a new mailing list by
manually typing the names into the computer myself. I donít suppose 236
members are that many but just the same; it took a couple of evenings. The
newsletter is also not what you would call a complex piece of journalism
however; Iíve had to start rebuilding it from scratch. Iíve done
newsletters for my family but never anything that actually goes to a
professional printer. I guess Iím a little nervous about that so Iím
trying to get started early.
I ended my week by driving to Los Angelis for my mother-in-laws birthday.
I know several people who are afraid to drive on freeways and they will
drive miles out of their way so they can stay on the surface streets. I
understand completely how they feel and I have to admit to getting a
little bit tense when navigating crowded highways. For me, L.A. freeways
have always been the ultimate test of driving survival. The traffic there
is aggressive and unforgiving. Itís always crowded, even at three in the
morning. Speeds can change from 80 to 0 within a quarter mile and you have
to be on your toes and ready to react instantly.
This time I survived.
May 30, 1966
Today is Memorial day and with no school I keep thinking itís Sunday.
The school year is almost over which can be good and bad. Iím failing
Spanish and Iím not up to par in my other subjects. With so little time
Iím not going to improve fast enough. There seems to be a bad side to
This has been a pretty boring weekend but Iíve been learning a lot.
Barryís been teaching me all the ways of smoking a pipe. Thereís more to
it than sticking tobacco into a pipe and lighting it. Also Iíve been
taking driving lessons. Iím not a bad driver but when the time to take my
test comes along, Iíll be so nervous that I wonít be able to see straight.
Iíve seen three movies this week and ďThe Longest DayĒ was by far the
best. It ga a real life view of D-day and war in general. It wasnít played
up, there werenít any women running around the battlefield as in some
movies and it showed that some of the good guys can get killed too.
Now-a-days people well do anything they can to keep from being put in the
service but actually I wouldnít mind at all. If it wasnít for school and
messing up college I think Iíd go out and enlist in the Marine Underwater
Demolition team. If Iím planning on a career that has something to do with
skin-diving this couldnít be better for experience.
Everybodyís screaming, ďWhy are we in Vietnam?Ē It seems obvious to me
that if we donít stop the communistic movement over in Asia and Europe in
a few years weíll be trying to stop it in Mexico and Canada.
[Note added to margin in 1974: ďDid I really
write this? UNBELIEVABLE!Ē]