I'll Be There

“We only have NOW.”
-Susan Sarandon as ‘Doris Duke’
In the 2007 film,
“Bernard & Doris”

51 Years Ago Today:

On this day (August 29th) in 1958, the pop star, Michael Jackson, was born in Gary, Indiana. He would be fifty-one years old today.

22 Years Ago Today:

PHOTO: Joe Nelson Armijo,
circa 1956
b. Aug. 8, 1935, d. Aug. 29, 1987

On this day (August 29th) in 1987, Joe Nelson Armijo (my father) died of heart failure at the age of fifty-two. He would be seventy-four years old today.
And so, I thought I would play this “I’ll Be There” song for both of them on this date. This video clip was done in 1970 on The Jim Nabors Show (my Dad loved the humor of Jim Nabors aka “Gomer Pyle”). I can still ‘to this day’ see my Dad laughing at episodes of ‘Gomer Pyle’ when Gomer would say, “Well, golly Sargeant Carter…”
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=i'll+be+there&docid=1113710133801&mid=5B148EAAA904EA5C92715B148EAAA904EA5C9271&FORM=VIVR4#

Twenty-five years ago today:

August 29, 1984
Wednesday

Another day of role plays at work. I was ahead of everyone but I bet I will have to do something over again. Ugh! Who gives a hoot?

At about 3PM this afternoon I telephoned Mrs. Cordellos as she had suggested.
“I haven’t spoken to Chris,” she revealed softly.
Such is life.
“I was wondering what the situation was since I thought we were going to Carmel or Monterey this Saturday,” I said to Mrs. Cordellos.
She still had no answers.
What a “creep” I thought.

Bobbi Renbarger and I escaped to the Alexandria Theater and she paid my way to see “Oxford Blues”. She’s too cool. We escaped to England with Rob Lowe as the star of this flick. It was a ‘bloody’ good film. We enjoyed it.

Afterwards, we went to her little pad in The City. It had basic décor and I found it to be cozy and nice. She’s really very neat and creative. We had a glass and a half of wine and then went over to Café San Marcos. Surprisingly, I had been there once before with Jim Hartman (the married man with two kids that I had met at the San Leandro gay skating rink last year). It is the place that Frank Vasconcellos is always talking about, too. It has a really nice upstairs and ritzy décor. There is no dancing here. It’s just a ‘singles joint’ and very much “gay”—at that! I had a split-second notion that Bobbi might be a lesbian. Who knows? We enjoyed soup and bread together.

Then I headed for the BART station. I arrived home at about 10:45PM on this Wednesday night.