A Gentle Sound

They amuse me up to a point.
Coeur de mon coeur...
Heart of my Heart...
Yes, That's lovely.
-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path"

I was remembering this fantastic song from 1988 that I just loved to the max! There is something about the lead singers’ voice from ‘The Railway Children’ that electrified me. I can recall how I’d pump on the pedals of my bike and go so FAST FAST FAST to this tune.

Here are the lyrics to ‘A Gentle Sound’.

First CLICK this link and take a listen to it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmlLbriO_M8

I know a little church
standing lonely on a hillside
it's cross was bent and broken
scratched and pitted by the cruel tide
one learned man with one book
surveys the blue sky
could the sea should banish god from his town
I can hear a sound

a gentle sound
it's all around me
it takes me up and down
all around me

I know a little girl standing lonely by the quayside
her hair was long and brown
it came right down all around
all love fights hate
in her looks
and in her sighs
still this girl could banish all
but her heart.

I can hear a sound
a gentle sound
it's all around me
it takes me up and down
all around me

Twenty-five years ago today:

September 25, 1984
Tuesday

Today was a much better day as it was beginning to look like it would be my last day of training at the Mission Street location. Hurrah! At the same time it was “Boo-Hoo” because who knows what is in store for me at the actual Business Office.

I went to the Patelco Credit Union today to pick up some brochure information. I inquired about a loan but the $5000 interest rate was not worth my time to even consider. I shot the entire idea.

After work I went bicycling along the beach and I happened to see Michael Miller. I stopped and started talking to him. A guy in a white car slowed down and whistled at us! I thought that was pretty funny. Michael started to tell me about his recent trip to Belgium.
“So listen, maybe I can move into your pad,” Michael suggested.

It was surely time to escape on his own, so I told him it was a great idea. He is so indecisive though. I think he has to think things through because he has things ‘made in the shade’ money wise right now with him living at his mom’s house and all. I think he really wants to move in with me so he can have peace and quiet to study. He knows my company would be easy as well. We get along.

I telephoned Paloma while I was at work today. She was once again pleased to hear from me. I made tentative arrangements for us to get together this coming Saturday or Sunday to rekindle ourselves. I thought we’d go to the Ice-Cream Dock on Harbor Bay Isle. I guess I will have to wait to see what happens.

Paloma seems to have been weight lifting a lot at the Hilltop Mall Fitness Center in Richmond, CA. She makes it sound like she is in such tip top, good shape.
“I’ll call you tonight,” I said towards the end of our conversation.

I just may go ahead and call Paloma now because we had such a great time chatting on the telephone today.

At approximately 9PM Chris Cordellos telephoned me from the Humboldt Coast Guard Base.
“Yeah, I’m on duty,” Chris said in a not very exciting tone, “and I miss you a lot. I just can’t get into too much detail—right now---over the phone.”
“Oh, well I knew you’ve been busy at the base and all.”
Chris had the nerve to say, “I was wondering why you haven’t written.”
It gave me the perfect opportunity to battle him about how he has NEVER written me from up there! Is he illiterate? That is still in question.
“What about Grant?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I really don’t. I mean, Grant’s really into it but it’s not…I don’t know.”

This statement led me to believe that Chris was not HOH (Head Over Heels) over Grant. He surely made it sound that way. I still care a lot about Chris but I don’t know what he expects of me now. I am going to write him a few times more. I guess he still wonders about us and maybe if I do write he will see that I don’t see it as the same anymore. Perhaps I shall mail him a photograph of me and the green Ferrari. I’ll tell him it’s my car. He is so obsessed with cars. I wrote to him. I wrote some curious wonder mush, too.

When I telephoned Paloma at about 9:30PM she was on another phone call.
“I’ll call you back, okay?”
“Sure,” I said as I wondered if she would call—or not.

I remember talking to Paloma today and kidding her about being amongst all of these bodybuilder types at the gym. Maybe I am envious. I like Paloma a lot. I suggested our going out dancing again and she is all for it! I look forward to more time with her. I wonder if I should come upfront and tell her what shunned me away from her the last time. As I recall it was the new beau that she had said she had a crush on. What nerve of her to tell me this. It depressed me to the point of a drink (alcohol, of course).

Time for me to ‘hit the sack’, fondle and wait for Paloma’s call. If Paloma calls I will write about our conversation tomorrow.