What is a Best-Friend?

I have been mostly alone. Owing to family circumstances, you see. But apart from anything else, a good book is what I like best after supper. Always has been. Just recently I read in a prospectus a quotation from some writer or other,
"A good book is the best-friend there is" and that's really true, it is so, a good book is the best-friend there is."
-Franz Kafka
"Wedding Preparations in the Country"

A best-friend could also be the one friend who is closest to you. A best-friend is a person you know well and regard with affection and trust.

Twenty-five years ago today:

February 16, 1985
Saturday

Just think...Jim Koran is in Mexico "sunning" right now with a good book.

I woke up early and drove to Alamo for my haircut by Danny Garcia. Afterwards I went to get my oil, filter and lube job on my car. Then I made what I've decided will most likely be my last visit to the Bay Area Sperm Bank. I don't want to be a recurring donor anymore. Barbara, the lady in-charge says I will need another physical in March. I already know there is one woman in her second trimester, so I know I'll have a kid in August 1985. The what and where is to be announced...I guess.

After Danny's haircut he did treat me to lunch at the Copper Skillet.
"So, tell me about your roommate?"
"The hot and steamy feelings for him have dwindled," Danny said. "It's still fine but I am ready for a change or something new."
My mind questioned his feelings.
I thought silently, "Never satisfied."

I bought some Hallmark cards, too. I also bought my mom a box of chocolates for Valentine's Day. It's still Valentine's weekend and she'll be home today.

I telephoned Chris Cordellos from Downtown Walnut Creek. He was not at home. It is just as well. I went home and went bicycling for much of the afternoon. The nap time was good afterwards.
I had a nice talk with Steffanie Redding who had news.
"I fell off while horseback riding, Michael."
"Oh no, are you okay?"
"Yes but the male horse got all excited from the female horses 'heated' aroma."
She made me laugh so hard. I wonder.
She went on to discuss her cousin, Tammy.
"Tammy tells me that she knows of some friends that met over the phone--like us--and got married six months later."
"Oh really?" I thought, "She sure talks up a storm."
"And my cousin, Bill, you know...the lead singer of CHICAGO wants us to meet on a bay cruise over San Francisco."
"That's a killer idea. I've never done that. I'm all for it."

I went to mom's for the evening and ate some sardines and toast on avocado. I watched the end of "Terms of Endearment", "Tarzan: The Legend of Greystoke" and "The Woman in Red". They were all such good entertainment. Then I went home and crashed for the night. Yawn.

Paul took letter writing seriously: he'd set aside time for it, tried to document out day-to-day lives in a journalistic way, and usually wrote three to six pages a week in beautiful flowing hand with a special fountain pen; often he included little sketches of places we'd visited or photos, or made mini-collages out of ticket stubs or newsprint.
-Julia Child
in describing her husband, Paul
"My Life In France"