what you did for sex,
how you dressed,
what you thought about religion,
what you knew about science,
where your political allegiances lay.
It drove private life underground.
-when describing life in Milano, Italy
in the 1570's as read in the book
"M-The Man Who Became Caravaggio"
by Peter Robb
Twenty-five years ago today:
May 21, 1984
Monday
When I telephoned Chris Cordellos at 9AM he was still asleep.
“Something’s wrong with our phone because I was home when you called last night,” Chris pleaded innocently.
I don’t believe him. If he wanted me to know where he was I believe he would have told me.
“I will call you when I get there on Wednesday night,” Chris said as closure to the conversation.
We left it ‘at that’.
My supervisor, Robert, told me I should be hearing from the Placement Center anytime now. I don’t know what to think. I would rather not hear about it anymore until it actually happens.
After my quick bicycle ride for the day I called Suzy Miller. Suzy was really ‘teed off’ because her business deal for her Toyota Celica purchase is not going well.
I decided to do something off the cuff and telephoned Tammy Duhr. She doesn’t live with her mother anymore. Her stepfather wouldn’t give me her forwarding telephone number. Oh well. It is her loss (I guess).
I telephoned Michael Miller but he wasn’t at home. I decided to call Sherri and we talked a bit. Ashley is a full-time job. I learned why my snapshots at her Baby Shower didn’t turn out very well. I neglected to set the film speed.
Michael Thoennes telephoned just before I was about to go to sleep for the night.
“Why don’t you just ditch Chris on Saturday night and come to the party?” Michael T asked pointedly.
Now that was ‘direct and to the point’. I don’t think I will do that though. It’s not in my heart to do so.
I went to bed early. However, I am determined to celebrate the rest of this week. It “is” my Birthday week!
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