Two Fragments

It's one thing to read your story, and quite another to hear you tell it!
And yet another, sir,
to have experienced it.
-Franz Kafka
"A Report to an Academy: Two Fragments"

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 18, 1984
Tuesday

I took a drive from Fremont to Danville and arrived in Alamo for my haircut appointment with Danny Garcia. I was at the shop before Danny arrived. I waited patiently.

Danny did a clean cut job with my hair. I was pleased. I treated him to lunch next door. We had a nice chat. He has some especially "BIG news". He is "HOH" (Head Over Heels) over someone from Idaho. It's funny because the guy named Ken that I met last night who lives in Fremont is originally from Idaho. It would have been funny if it was the same guy--but it was not.

Danny and I were tentatively planning on getting together later tonight for a drink or two at Cafe St. Marcos in San Francisco. I left Alamo and arrived in Alameda at approximately 1:30PM.

I slept at mom's. A nap was needed. Then I went on a good bike ride from 2:30 to 3:30PM. I simply rode up and down the Central Avenue bike lane. I tried to relax at home when I got the urge to call Bob Umland at around 6PM. He was at Wilkes-Bashford.
"Hey Bob, I'm going in to the City in a couple of hours."
"Oh that's great! Why don't you come on over."

I ended up joining Tim (Bob's cousin) and Bob to some ski shop at around 8:30PM. The shop was just about to close. Bob wanted to buy a ski rack for his BMW. After that we went back to their apartment. Tim left for the night (who knows where). Bob and I wrapped Christmas gifts. Then I massaged Bob's back a bit. We went to bed after munching on some popcorn.

The trees had thrown out low branches, making an impediment to progress.
-Daphne du Maurier
"Rebecca"