Playing More Games

"Stop memorizing all possible moves from books; play more games."
-Bette Bao Lord
"Spring Moon"

There are a lot of stories that slip through the cracks. And when they turn up again (accidentally) you find a bit of a connection.

It was back on May 9, 2003 when there was an article posted on www.people.com (The PEOPLE Magazine website) by Stephen M Silverman:
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Demi Moore Sued for Sexual Harassment

The former manager of Demi Moore's Idaho ranch is suing the star for more than $200,000 in damages, accusing her of sexual harassment and discrimination amid claims that she fired him after he turned down her advances.

According to New York's Daily News, the ex-employee, Lawrence Bass, 43, claims Moore, 40, hit on him in the same manner she used to approach Michael Douglas in the 1994 movie "Disclosure."

Bass, a former butler for Hugh Hefner, reportedly has filed a complaint with federal authorities and the Idaho Human Rights Commission.

Moore's attorney, Martin Singer, tells the Daily News he is considering counter suing, given that Bass spoke to the Star tabloid about the alleged incident.

"This guy signed a confidentiality agreement," said Singer, terming Bass a "disgruntled ex-employee" and calling his legal action against Moore "ridiculous" and with "no merit."

Wade Hyder, an attorney for Bass, declined comment to the Daily News.
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The above article has a link to my '25 Years Ago' segment. Will wonders ever cease?

Feel free to listen to 'The Spinners' sing GAMES PEOPLE PLAY now:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cfak36F7v58&feature=PlayList&p=2C71D481D19D885B&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=24

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 20, 1984
Thursday

The other Barbara (Barbra Reynolds) called me this morning.
"Hello! I went to visit our old office in Oakland today. It was so wonderful."
She inspired me to do the same. I drove over to 2150 Webster Street in Downtown Oakland to see former co-workers and spread some holiday cheer. I did not stay too long. It was not all that exciting either.

I followed that visit with breakfast at mom's. I watched a little television and played with my niece, Ashley, for a short while.

By 3pm I decided to go ahead and take Carl's old bike for a spin. I had to raise the seat. It's okay now.

I went to South Shore Shopping Center and bought myself two new sets of TAROT Cards. They're so much fun.

By 9PM I became tired of writing the TAROT meanings, so I went to Baxter's in Concord for a few drinks and possible dancing.

I met two Iranian guys who were really friendly. They gave me their telephone numbers in hopes that we'd all go out together again sometime. I also met Eva Cyrus but she was a tall, blond, smoking-wench. I "latered" her and had my eyes on my cocktail waitress (Karen) for the remainder of the evening. She looked like actress, Cybil Shepherd (the one I fell in love with during the 'Heartbreak Kid' movie). Karen was so sweet that she even took care of my twenty-dollar tab. This gave me the impression that she really liked me. I asked, "Are you working tomorrow?"
Karen replied, "It'll be wild here tomorrow."
And so, I may return tomorrow night.

I also met Wade Franklin Hyder who is from Idaho! What's with the Idaho people in the Bay Area lately? He lives in the Oakland Hills and works at Pacific Fresh in Concord.
"I live in Alameda."
I had a few drinks and Wade was sitting at the bar. I had no problem talking to him. I can only describe him as a fit, blond, hunk-type. I wonder if it was my eye contact. Things began to develop with the two of us.

I couldn't believe what happened next as the night was coming to a close. This was a 'straight club' after all. Wade and I seemed to go our separate ways only to meet up again on the freeway.

Wade and I caravaned (traveled together in single file) and he followed me to my pad! It was like a daring and adventurous 'James Bond' sort of thing (only it wasn't with Karen, the cocktail waitress or Pussy Galore from GOLDFINGER--but with Wade of Idaho). Wade could have easily passed as an agent of the British Secret Intelligence Service. To my dismay or fantasy fascination, Wade spent the night with me. I learned more about him. He attends UC Berkeley. Who knows whether our paths will ever cross again. We played games. It was a one-night stand, a clandestine operation.
http://lawyers.justia.com/lawyer/wade-franklin-hyder-162272

They didn't talk a great deal;
it was just so good to be together.
They walked, and they too pictures.
-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path"