My memories must be pretty disjointed. Because this isn't the exact order I'd hoped to present it in when I started all this. There's a ton of stuff that came before. A ton! But if I don't do this now it might all get buried amongst the countless piles of life's living, so I guess I should just share it now while it's still somewhat fresh on my mind for the first time in well, a long time...
So anyway... Somewhere along the line I found my self lucky enough to be cast in this show.. "A Chorus Line." I toured with it for a year, which looking back, was probably one of the sweetest years of my life. San Francisco fell about half way into that tour with Baltimore, Minneapolis, Denver, San Diego, Portland, San Jose and LA lying on one half and Memphis, Buffalo, Cleveland, St. Louis and Louisville on the other. I seriously don't remember too much about the "before or after" halfs. In fact, I even had to go searching through my old scrapbooks even to be able to remember where they fell in the scheme of things... and even then, I'm pretty certain I haven't gotten them in the right order.
But I DO remember San Francisco. It was where I fell in love. And the whole thing of it was sort of odd because I hadn't really been attracted to him at all during that first half. And I was staying in this (seedy) apartment, right in the middle of the tenderloin district at the time. So how it all ended up, somehow, equating to love... I'm not really sure. It just did.
Perhaps it all began that night he returned from Aspen...
Or, during that foggy evening at the Cliff House, gazing out at the seals...
Or that beautiful afternoon at Stinson Beach...
Or during that trippy trip to Tahoe...
Or over that incredible weekend in Maui?
Or during that (icky) month in Europe?
Honestly?.. I'm thinking it could have been any one of those times... if memory serves me correctly...
But Memory's getting ahead of herself here... (she tends to do that sometimes...)
And right now, she's thinking it was still all the tenderloin's fault somehow...
Or the fact that she just really liked bowling...
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P.S. Just found this. Written some time around 2004...
I've always heard the saying "lightning doesn't strike the same place twice" or something like that. So since i've already been struck I think I can safely assume that I am now relatively safe from any future calamity..
The "striking" occurred in the winter of 1980. San Francisco. He had verdant eyes the color of mossy pools and lips that were plump and ripe shell pink... and he spoke of truths. He was kind and gentle, witty and snarky, yet firm and deliberate when the occassion warranted. The lightening clouds began rumbling overhead but the ZAP held back. Because he was way to "sensitive" to be the macho man of my dreams... and I'd already had a pretty long relationship with one of those "sensitive" types, if you get my drift...
But then he sang.
And that zigzaggy cord of light and energy zipped and zapped me every this way and that. And there would be no relief, not for a long time to come...
Not for years and years in fact...
But then about 20 years later...
Somehow, there it was...
Long story short - If you wanna make God laugh ~ all you gotta do is tell Him your plans...
Anyway, all I really meant to do here was just share some of these pictures with our kids... and of course, this vid...
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