–Peter Marshall
Twenty-five years ago today:
April 11, 1985
Thursday
I was able to ‘sleep in’ again this morning. When I woke up I headed for the gym. I saw ‘Mr. Bob’. He glanced over but we made no comments to one another. After my workout I headed for Mom’s house with my convertible top down (of course). The cool wind felt good after the gym workout. The weather has been nice.
While at Mom’s house ma and pa were still fine-tuning the documents with their income tax returns. I took Ashley to my house and gave her the BIKE shirt that I bought some time ago. She looked cute wearing it.
I drove back to Mom & Dad’s. John came by to pick-up Ashley and I simply returned to my pad. Dale Orlando and Steffanie Kovash-Redding have been calling me daily. Dale is going to help me tune-up my car on Saturday. I will drive to Pittsburg on Saturday morning.
Steff claims that Jean-Pierre looked at my photos.
“He thought you were VOGUE material,” Steff said.
I was ecstatic (to say the least).
“He did?”
“Yes, he did. And I plan to meet with Gay this Saturday, the owner of GRIMME Modeling, the top agency in San Francisco. So this could be the opportunity of a lifetime.”
“Yeah…right. I’m all for it…as long as you are around as my manager,” I said, hoping to boost her morale.
“I think I can even arrange for a photographer to shoot you at a two-hundred dollars discount,” Steffanya said.
After my afternoon nap I went to Joe’s Bike Shop to pick up my bikes after their 'much-needed' tune-ups. I was still not pleased with the performance of my SCHWINN LE TOUR. The RALEIGH rides very well. I took the RALEIGH for a good spin along South Shore Beach. It was a very invigorating ride.
Once I returned home I gave Sherri a call to see if she still wanted to go out for that meal. We mutually decided on Casa Maria. Unfortunately, Casa Maria was closed, so we went to El Caballo. The customers thought Ashley was a ‘boy’ because she had the BIKE shirt on that I gifted her. It was a filling dinner. We went to visit John at his job. He was all excited about seeing Ashley there. Sherri, Ashley and I browsed through the PIER 1 Imports store for a while, then left.
When I was at my place I called Lisa (Paloma’s live-in 16-year old and so-called sister) who lives in the Berkeley Hills. It seems that Paloma flew in to LAX Airport and had immigration problems. Henceforth, I was saddened about the situation. Her passport lacked something. Lisa called me later with more details.
Lisa said, “Paloma is on her way back to France and will petition to come back by marrying someone.”
Needless to say, I didn’t know what to make of it. Paloma hasn’t called me.
Steff and Dale called. They were both helpful and concerned about Paloma being allowed back in to our country. They could hear the concern in my voice.
I telephoned Jim Koran, too.
“Dale sent you something here. I’ll just mail them to you,” Jim said.
I explained about how Paloma landed near him in Los Angeles and had to be sent back.
Jim replied, “Please give Paloma my telephone number. If I can help in some way I would be happy to.”
Feeling tired I went to bed early. Yawn.
The proper basis for marriage is a mutual misunderstanding.
-Oscar Wilde
"Lord Arthur Saviles' Crime"
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