Phillip Wilson

Amazingly, I survived my Life
2011-09-23 00:00:14 (UTC)

1992 REVIEW (PART FOURTEEN)

18-23 November (Wednesday-Monday), Hugo, OK (continues)

So you see how urgent it is to be in the First Line! No allows Security, Family Loyalty, Shyness, or any of the other suntry anti-Fate Crowd convince you the Back Line is o'kay - you turn will come soon enough.
There are no turns! No order!
Opportunism - that's how you play this world! Do everything possible to captures Fate's attention the moment that Call comes in!
I believe I can do that - as long as Mime is not the One holding me back!
Maybe it is! Maybe I have been a Victum of that Villan for too long!

(acerca 12:26 P.M.) Why was the door to my Winter Quarters residence wide open? Did I fail to secure it adequately yesterday upon departure?
Or did my room have company while I was away?
A roll of toilet paper, and a couple of other stuff were hit by the Rain, but all the other items were far out of harm's way.
And my cash cache was at the motel with me.
Speaking of the motel - a dollar an hour. That's what the warmth and informational television cost me.
It was worth it! Well worth it!
I enjoyed a fulfilling dinner at a downtown diner.
But the workweek will be upon me all too soon!
So THIS is how people live 5 days a week, eight hours a day existence!

(acerca 4:53 P.M.) I sure miss the overbearing heat in the motel room!
Damn! if it's not cold! The freezing point or below!
Which is why I walked (in itself a warmer-uper!) the half-mile or so from Winter (stress on Winter!) Quarters to the Citgo Convenient Store to write.
I had to dig out my packed gloves and scrarf (the one Mary Holt make for me years ago) from my duffle bag!

(23rd, About 7:38 A.M.) I began my second week here at Winter Quarters; and Cold is sticking with me every inch of the way!
Sun has been charged with overseeing this experiment. It has tautingly backed off the previous 4-5 days but is Up There this morning.
Either the Cold will be going - or I will bring an early end to this project.
Of course, if I wanted a shield against Cold, I could be staying in the Bunkhouse!
I rather freeze, though, in my own private residence, thank you!

(acerca 2:50 P.M.) Don't get me wrong - I still wanta leave! But this bright, warm (upper-50-degrees F) day eases the humiliation!
The sky is cloudless, except for a few Strollers.
A beautiful day.
I have been with the Elephant Crew since early this morning; the most taxing work was the 'mulking' - cleaning the Barn after all the elephants were staked outside the building for the day.
Mulking - the term for shovelling manure. I didn't know that before - so this experiment taught me a Circus Saying.
I also spent time over in the Horse Pasture behind the Mansion.
I am receiving a taste of what ranch/farm work entails. Now I am pretty sure I could handle such, when the time comes.
And it may!
However, I have no business here - I have wardrobe to arrange.
Phoebus, don't get any ideas - I very much appreciate what you are doing. But I ain't staying in Winter Quarters longer than I have to!
Hopefully, that means this weekend. I am shooting for a Saturday exodus.
By the way, the door of this double sleeper (#412) opens to the South.

(acerca 7:53 P.M.) It was that Wind which spread the Chill around! Sun co-operated and proved a great team member.
But that Blow Hard . . .
I should try another show before I give up this Mime thing! Winter Quarters Work is, hopefully, giving me the feel of Behind the Scenes duties.
For years I proceeded under the philosophy, "I am a Clown!", and non-performing service was unthinkable.
But money is made in this business by exra-Clowning activities!
So why not give it a try? Why not be like the untalented, who seems to raking in the dough, and being elevated to Head Clown positions?
First, though, let me get away from here!

24 November (Tuesday), Hugo, OK

(About 7:09 A.M.) I tell people I am doing Winter Quarters in order to obtain information for a book.
I try to sell the experience crap to myself!
When really I am here the same reason everyone else is - I have no place to go!
A Home Life is mine no more.
Which is good and bad.
Good, because it is long overdo for me to have to arrange my own existence. This Winter Quarters humiliation is nothing more than the pay-back for all the years of Weakness.
November 24, 1992, a clear Tuesday in Hugo, OK.
At about 7:09 A.M., I really can't explain the conditions to you -
but I will! (You should know that by now!)
If it wasn't for the fact that I must look after my wardrobe if I am to follow-up with Mime in '93, or I must hit the market hard for another 'Career,' I would stay here.
Especially if I could remain in this private suite.
I engage in this sort of psychical pondering every year - and damnit! I always give in to Mime!
But the longer I cling to Mime, the more difficult it will be to start afresh.

(acerca 6:01 P.M.) Wind has awake! The sky is becoming a gathering for the Warriors!
Up until five minutes or so ago, it was still dimly blue up there - I suppose the Moon was apologizing for the laxity of Sun.
It was cold and wet today - especially this morning.
Damn! if the Weather isn't a sneaky, conniving, treacherous son of a bitch! And not only in Hugo - I understand It has been Raping the entire country (lower 48, that is) with tornados and snow storms.
I wonder - is all this for my benefit? I wanted to experience Winter Quarters! In addition to the unchanging work load, Climate wanted to be a part of the experiment!
Don't you know an entire term in Winter Quarters must be hell! I only hope I can terminate my participation this weekend! Even if it means hiring transport to Greenville, Tx., or Durant, OK.!
It's hurts when people drift out of here - they ought to be staying, and I should be going!

25 November (Wednesday), Hugo, OK

I will even PAY to separate myself from this place!
November 25, 1992, a terribly cold Wednesday!
If I had known this Winter Quarters project would be conducted under such torturous conditions, I would have included a heater in the preparations! I have continuous power - no reason why I couldn't have a counter against this variable!
Hugo, OK., is an innocent victum of the Texas 'Climate War.'

(acerca 12:10) Another confrontation with Wind; and it is frigid! From the east, I think.
Sun sneaked a few rays to us - but they only served to stimulate my desire for the Beach, before Cold closed It down.
This weather is toughen me up, that's for sure! Especially sleeping with it!
You might say that I am getting an initiation into Survival Technique. In case I am detoured towards Indian Rights, Peace Corp, etc.
There's the Sweat Lodge, and then there's the Freeze Box.
And we all know my preference!

(acerca 5:17 P.M.) Damn! if I'm going to allow Sub-freezing temperatures to violate me tonight/early tomorrow morning! Jerold, of the Elephant Department, lent me a space heater!
I sure waited long enough before giving in! For what purpose did I surrender to Freeze for a week?!
Anyway, I will be concluding this experiment on a Hot Note!
I have had numerous 'companions' which have only been with me a brief time. I have benefited from each, no matter what they wore, or how enlighten it was.
"The Caves of Steel" left me this afternoon. An enjoyable Isaac Asimov live-in companion - a five-nighter, so to speak.
Love 'em and leave 'em - the story of my life!
Of course, with the Literary Species, that's the only kind you want!

26 November (Thursday), Hugo, OK

I suppose flies are victumized by the Cold, too!
Four or 5 of those diminutive Beasts are visitors this morning.
Two spent the night with me!
That heater sure came in handy! It was, and is, a life-saver!
Contrary to the original plan, I had it going all night, and be damned with any fire danger!
This is the first Thanksgiving I have spent away from Alabama in eighteen years; and it will, most likely, be the beginning of non-familial celebrations.
November 26, 1992, the fourth Thursday in the eleventh month, the day officially designated Thanksgiving.
It is extremely frigid outside!
An off day, I will report to the Bull Barn sporadicly to assist in the Elephant care-taking duties.
All those days and nights of meeting Cold on it's own territory only served to attrach Virus - a 'Cold,' accompanied by the usual physical weakness, sniffles, and lousy feeling.

(acerca 7:46 P.M.) I don't know if this is significant or not; but, as with the case of everything that happens in life it could very well be -
After Jerold let me use his heater, Reggie, another Elephant Handler, told me to set it on a brick or cinder block when I operated it.
Was that cinder block on the iron strip, that separates the parking area from the bus/trailer corral, all along?
As I approached my suite, the half cinder block was there - so I 'borrowed' it.
You don't think . . .
Nah! It's too absurd to even consider!
But the co-incidence is mind-boggling! As if that unseen Constant is voluntarily accepting the Varibles I am mixing with It!
Maybe this project was sanctioned by the Board!
I left a message on the Answering Service when I called Frank and Wendy earlier this evening. I need to find a way to end this experiment before the reaction reaches Explosive Stage.
This weather is sure blowing me away! Even the heater pales against it!
Although Hots neutralizes a large portion of the Killing Force!

(acerca 9:21 P.M.) William Conrad played him so brilliantly during an all-too-brief run on television,
Nero Wolfe.
A rotund, abrasive, misognist private eye created by Rex Stout.
"Please Pass The Guilt."
The paperback was part of a cache of books in the dining area of the Bunk House.
Who knows, MYSTERY!, the P.B.S. offering, may one day serve the Nero Wolfe series to the viewers!
My overnight guest are back. But it's not me they have come to see - oh, no! I'm not good enough for them!
I'm below their kind!
But I have what they desperately desire!
A heated house!
The sycophants!
It never did get above 40-degrees (F) this afternoon. And Moon is stuck with overseeing more Malfeasance, receiving all the blame for it.
How come all my self-imposed Guinea Pigships leave me "disable"? This Winter Quarters project, empirically investigated, attracked Virus! Before that the intensive study of Jennifer debilitated me for awhile, and still may be doing so!
Why don't I stick to books? I can then come away from the Hunt unscathed.
But I suppose I will always compromise myself, and dare the Abyss to pull me in.
One day it will! Sooner or later I will embark upon a project that might potentially reveal too much, and Fate will be insulted by my presumptioness!
And who among us can stand up to the Slut?

27 November (Friday), Hugo, OK

(About 1:13 P.M.) Sixteen years ago, David (my nephew) was transferred from Joyce's Womb to Life.
It is the first year I have been away for the celebration.
I am trying my damnest! I hope like hell! I can get out of here in the next day or two!
Phoebus returned from Its Holiday Outing. At the moment it is cool, but this morning was another Chiller!
The afternoon is clear.
I got it! A part of experiencing Winter Quarters, or at least my taste of it, is the desperation and agony of termination.
I undertook this project voluntarily! I could have went with Frank and Wendy to Fort Worth on that Sunday of Closing!
But I decided to put my faith in their promise to come to Winter Quarters after Thanksgiving!
Sure, most likely mis-placed trust - but please don't make me pay for it with a long, drawn-out tenure up here Extract punishment some other way!
Not a protracted imprisonment, I beg of you!
If December sees me here, why it be hell to pay!

(acerca 5:03 P.M.) The thought brake through slowly; and when it reached the nearest Gray Cell, I immediately took action.
My bus ticket is only good until December 3 - next Thursday.
Panic!
Regardless of Frank and Wendy, I have to depart Winter Quarters tomorrow!
Jarold said if I covered gasoline, he would drive me to either Durant, OK, or Greenville, Tx, in order to connect with a Dallas-bound bus.
But would those stations be open on Saturday?
It would mean a monetary lay-out of at least $20 to Jarold - his Buick is a gas guzzler!
Again the usually-overlooked constant Fate resulted from the Mixture! Raymond passed the message to me, when I dropped by the Dining area, that Becky, a secretary in the Office, received word that my friends will be up here later this evening.
I pray that that's true! What a cruel, inhumane joke if the message was handed out in fun!
If correct, what a wonderful birthday present David is getting by proxy!

(acerca 11:50 P.M.) My final night in Winter Quarters for 1992!
Frank, Wendy, and Stephen (Wendy's 16-year old son) was waiting for me in the Cookhouse area when Jay came to my suite and informed me.
They visited with the people; and then I took them out to Malano's Pizza.
Unfortunately a Motel will be their retreat for the night - there's no place I could put them up here.
It is cold as I bring this project to a close.
Tomorrow afternoon, I am, hopefully, out of here! It's been interesting - but no enough to prolong my stay!

28-30 November (Saturday-Monday), Hugo, OK/Fort Worth, TX

(28th, About 10:09 A.M.) The Twenty-eighth of November 1992.
Hugo, OK., about 10:09 A.M. The gods had sprinkled a light layer of Frost on the ground this morning; it is still cold, but Phoebus, the Master Chef, is Warming the Mixed Ingredients.
I will be terminating Winter Quarters as I began it - on a beautiful, bright, clear day.
A Cloudless Saturday.

(acerca 2:17 P.M.) $55 - it'll have to do.
Should have been more, but . . .
I in the process of loading - see you in Fort Worth!

(29th, About 12:08 P.M.) The trailer of Frank and Wendy, with Steven on hand.
A lovely bright, warm day.
We got here last night; this Fifth Wheel is crowded with four people. But fortunately, my stuff can be stored in the camper, parked in the front of this trailer, just outside the door.
I slept in street clothes last night - I didn't take the time to rummage for my bed wear.

(30th, About 6:43 A.M.) The 30th, which is a Monday, the last day of 1992's last but one month. Early morning, about 6:43 A.M. Cold, but, as happened yesterday, Warmth will most likely overtake the chill.
I apologize for the lack of reporting, but I am ferried around this area, and how rude it would be to be so attentive to You, who I can get with when I don't have Special Events hanging over me.
Yesterday, we (Frank, Wendy, Steven, and I) visited with Frank's mother and stepfather (James, the typical Texas "Good Ole Boy," even if I did hit it off with him).
James had barbeque Streak Buskets - the meat was tasty - but only protocol lead me to eat so much.
We delivered Steven to his grandfather's, Wendy dad, a gruff, bastardly old fart, resentful of having Steven in his household.
The Water Gardens downtown Fort Worth was shown to me.
The Convention Center - a delight.
Joe's Oyster Bar - damn! if I will indulge in the snot-like food!
A 'fun-filled day,' was it not?
By the way, Wendy's father lives twenty or so miles, in the next county, from Fort Worth.

(acerca 5:16 P.M.) Maybe I can pump-up my enthusiasm for Performance by working on a Manipulation.
Sticks did it.
Going after the Boxes kept it in place.
(Frank purchased a set of Juggle Bug Cigar Boxes from Magic, Inc., a Fort Worth Costume Co., located at 6244 McCart Avenue, early this afternoon - I worked them, while showing Frank how the display is done scientificly.
Hell! teaching is most likely the only weapon against Ennui I have left!
Jennifer has my on-the-road Boxes, supposively developing a display.)
(By the way, I purchased a brush and a small round 'tub' of dark brown Mehron grease paint)
Hopefully something will come and rescue me. Surely Mime won't stand back and allow the Threat to capture me!
We were all ready to go to the hospital this morning for an upper G.I. examination of Frank - but, at the 'last moment,' Wendy realized that the 10:00 A.M., 'interview' isn't until three weeks (12/21)!
It's funny how Wendy was 'directed' to look over the Appointment Notice, just as I was 'told to chech my bus ticket for the invalidation date!
After a buffet lunch at Ci Ci's, we all returned to the trailer, and napped.
Fall was still being 'Fall' today! A beautiful bright clear afternoon - but, damn chilly!
Frank and Wendy fight like Cats and Dogs, but, at least for appearance sake, pass themselves off as a Loving Couple.
It was Time's doings - or the self-pushing I do. But that Virus Squeeze had lost it's Grip.
Salubrious Fort Worth? I would have never taken the city for a Curer!

1 December (Tuesday), Fort Worth, TX

(Around 9:07 A.M.) 1992 is down to Her final piece of Clothing! Will She be able to proudly wear December, without exposing Herself?
If She can only manage one more hand-me-down, then She will be re-outfitted.
Tuesday, the First - so far so good. Of course, no public appearance yet.
Although Cool (it is around 9:07 A.M., at this Inspection), Phoebus, ever the Dirty Old Man, is a Dandy and a Flirt, on the lookout for the revelation of Skin and/or Panties.
He has cleared everyone else from His Field of View.
Fort Worth, Texas, a mirture of Big City and Country town.
I am impressed with this area.

(acerca 8:26 P.M.) If THAT many people are without medical coverage, than the man awaiting swearing-in has his job cut out for him as far as a National Health Policy is concerned!
Wendy has a hard knock, mid-thoric, - and her lower abdomen is bloated - a hiatal hernia is suspect.
Frank and I finally convinced her, after she vacilated, to visit the hospital.
The James Peter Smith Memorial Hospital, the Tarrant County medical facility for indigents, turned into a day camp for us.
(Wendy is still there - Frank and I returned to the trailer, James coming for us in his pickup)
The down side of Fort Worth was presented to me; and the city is not the Mecca a one-sided view inplanted in me.
Which is good - if one wants the good, one must realize and accept the Horror.
Not only do the 'bum' seek free care, but the elegant-using appearance as a standard also need a helping hand.
If something isn't done, this country is gone!

2-3 December, Fort Worth/Forest Hills Village/Dallas, TX
Jackson, MS/Tuscaloosa, AL

(2nd) Quick-Wash laundromat, Forest Hills Village - I do my washing, in preparation for a night departure from Fort Worth, Tx.
December 2, 1992 - a sunny, clear, cool, cirrus-lined Wednesday.
Frank and Wendy had another battle; and Wendy almost left.
Buckles and Mary, Frank and Wendy - my new friends are as much of a challenge as the old ones! And if I don't watch it, they could be just as damaging to my growth!
Am I doomed to, forever, attrack Warring Parties?
Must be some deficiency in me!
Or is it that people are all despicable animals?
Maybe Fate is showing what a relationship is really like!
So it's not just Jennifer - any liaison would be destructive!
This laundry is about a half-mile from that trailer court on Mansfield Road where Frank and Wendy have a residence.
Should I try for a connection with Florida State University in Tallahassee? I could finish up a degree, and possibly work with the student show, the Flying High Circus.
Hell, at least those amateurs would know their places, what they are! It's when an amateur receives money that the know-it-all syndrome becomes disgusting and offensive!
F.S.U. also has a good Mime program.
With my 'vacation' finally coming to a close, the difficult task of wrestling with my future is being scheduled.
As horrible as Road Life is, everytime I am confronted with Towner Torments the stranglation of Circus appears mild.
Could it be that Frank and Wendy are instruments of Mime, to lure me back to Her Side?
Each year, Mime becomes more desperate for my favors. It will take more than the childish antics of Frank and Wendy to counter Circus!
What I need is to take a year's leave, and really investigate Towner Tactics.

(acerca 5:35 P.M.) According to an article in "The Circus Report" of one of the weeks of November 1991, Steve Smith, the present 'dean' of Ringling's Clown College, use to Search for a seat. Tim Torkleson, in the article, stated how Smith would react to the seat being occupied.
Whose came first - mine or Steve's? Or, as what most discoveries, did the idea come to both of us at the same time?
I had always though I was original - but we all know there's no such thing!

(acerca 9:44 P.M.) The Greyhound Bus Terminal, Dallas, Tx.
I departed the Fort Worth Dog House, by Kerrville Bus around 8:40 P.M., Frank and Wendy having ferried me to downtown.
Five dollars, in order for me to catch up with the ticket I already had.
An east-bound won't be departing for an hour or so; this bus station will, therefore, be my reading/writing room for awhile.
A clear night, but cool.
Damn! I intensely dislike these bus exeusion! But Air Travel is expensive!

(3rd, Around 9:09 A.M.) Four weeks from today is Christmas Eve! I suppose you know, then, or can figure out, how I will spend that interval?!
December 3, 1992.
Thursday.
At around 9:09 A.M., I am at the Greyhound Bus Terminal in Jackson, MS., there being a brief rest from my travels.
Bright, clear, and beautiful in the Mississippi State Capital, feathery Cirrus advertising It's decorative skills.
Zen and a Bus Journey - after so many trips on a bus, I finally can deal with them. I have slept most of the way from Dallas. The encasement hasn't really bothered me.
Of course, not many passengers - so I can seat the duffle bad (the bed roll has a second level [overhead rack] seat), and then stake out an entire row (2 seat) for my snoozing pleasure.
What torture it would have been aboard a Full Use vehicle!

(acerca 1:25 P.M.) The lobby of the YMCA in Tuscaloosa, Al. - and times really do change!
Officially there is a 24-hour waiting period for a room.
The applicant, it seems, is investigated.
I just hope my previous stays here will be enough to waver this policy - for I need a room tonight!
Why the strictness? If it is to keep out the riff raff, I'm all for it!
But this 'new' Y is a surprise and inconvenience!
Phoebus is keeping up with me - how lovely, bright, and clear it is!
And on the chilly side!

(acerca 4:32 P.M.) Room #113 of the Motel 6, just beyond the intersection of MacFarland and Skyland Boulewards, the other side from MacFarland Mall.
Four bucks for #68 Druid City Taxi to get me here from the bus station. $24.15 (with tax for the Overnight Stay.
What the hell! This is Towner, so I must get use to the exorbitant monetary outlays!
One of the young ladies at the YMCA desk told me there was no room (most likely a lie - but what could I do about it? Apparently I didn't present a good impression to the Yuppie Club!).
So here are my tentalive plans - this room until noon tomorrow, a trip to Birmingham (possible midnight), and a long wait for the retrieval from the Magic City.

4 December (Friday), Tuscaloosa/Birmingham, AL

(About 8:56 A.M.) I suduced Sleep more than I planned, what with the Intense Heat, and the absent of the tension resulting from the Frank-Wendy on again-off again pogrom.
I feel guilty, though - I should be upgrading my schedule to cover Wardrobe Procurement, or the investigation of Academe - I must chose between the two paths.
I can't do it unless I actively get involved.
It rains this morning - and I won't challenge it! When I leave this Motel 6 room at noon, I expect the Weather Manuvers to be on my side for the Frontal Attack.

(acerca 10:47 A.M.) I leave behind "Please Pass the Guilt" - having violated the Rex Stout tale with my close scrutiny and Think Tank. I was a suitable reading for Winter Quarters and the Escape,; but I really must avoid Nero Wolfe stories while I have so many notables to peruse.
It continues to rain with a light touch. I really don't care to go out amongst the Droppings, but I should get started with the next phase of my Assignment.

(acerca 3:28 P.M.) $2.25 at the Salvation Army Thrift Store on 15th Street, in the Parkview Shopping Center - a pair of orange 'dance' pants, a reddish short-sleeve leotard, a reddish ski cap, and three small bottles of liquid soap;
and now I am back at the bus station.
A drizzle dampered me as I walked from the motel, stopping at businesses which would be beneficial to my cause.
For example - a round-trip Amtak journey from Birmingham to Montreal is only $179 in January.
Something to think about, what with the airliner situation.
I can't seem to find the overall-style dance outfit; I suppose, if I desire this modification in my wardrobe, I will have to make it - or have it made.

(acerca 6:17 P.M.) Cold, wet, despicable weather.
You know, one's external enviroment never changes. Apparently one is stuck with what one is thrown into early in life.
What does changes and 'moves on' is coping with the constant.
That is the variable - dealing with the everlasting monotony of life.
Even the soon-to-be President hasn't been boosted in life - Bill Clinton was governor of Arkansas for twelve years.
The excutive branch.
When he takes over the presidency, in essence he will become governor of fifty states.
Sure, I may present 'better' mime. And my wardrobe if fancier.
But my act is basicly the same that I began with.
As for the 'lifestyle' - nothing has changed. I still bus to places. I am still on the outside of life, looking in.
Now,however, I can deal with my disenfrancisement, and, hopefully, accept it.
I have been to Europe. Big Deal! I was outside the American tourist mold; and I failed to relate to the European Mentality.
So what's the use of 'pushing it'? The best I can hope for is that I will be able to be above the inevitable pitfalls and tribulations of this path I have been sent on.
There seems no way off of it.
Presently I am at the UAB-Hill University Center.
To my chagrin, the Melvyn H. Sterne Library isn't open between Quarters. I was hoping to take advantage of the fact that I have over ten hours before a bus can carry me to Sylacauga.
I could have sworn the campus library operated all year, in the past.
This current crop of academes - damn! if I can get use to them!
I phoned about my plans. Joyce suppose to come for me tomorrow morning. The Sylacauga Bus Terminal is a Convenient Store located on Highway 280.
The reason I go the Extra Mile is that I can send my luggage in style - Childersburg doesn't have a station, and I would have to let them ride 'on top' with me.
I will be describing my night to you - I'm sure you are just dying to know!

(acerca 11:31 P.M.) I watch a stupid show on the Center's Big Screen television (FAMILY MATTERS, I think) because I couldn't come up with a better place to be.
I was going to view the telly until the 10 P.M. closing of the center.
Fortunately, after 40 minutes or so, the idea came to me to try the Lister Hill Health Library.
From about 7:35 P.M., until about 10:55 P.M., I read up on medicine and government.
So now I am at Arby's, the corner of 7th Avenue and 20th Street. The smack was $6.88, a major Pig-Out.
Cold out tonight, the Wind the Chill Masseuse. The almost-ten blocks to the station will be Speed-Walking.

5-9 December, Birmingham/Sylacauga/Childersburg, AL

(5th, Acerca 12:22 A.M.) And so the long wait begins!
The Greyhound Bus Terminal in Birmingham, Al.
The fifth of December (no relation to Beethoven's) 1992.
Saturday.
The nasty wind - it's rubbing the wrong way!

(acerca 12:35 A.M.) Ten dollars to Sylacauga; and not until 5:50 A.M., AT THE EARLIEST! before a bus goes in that direction - southeast on Highway 280.
It's times like this when Reading carries the Day - anything and everything get a chance.
One way for otherwise overlooked material to be imprinted on the Gray Matter!

(acerca 5:59 A.M.) I on a bus! Soon I will be with my books!
And, oh yeah, my wardrobe catches up with me.
It was unplanned, all those colorful 'tails.' I just happened to be in Louisville at the right time.
Another 'accident' is due. Since I can't seem to boss you, Fate, don't You think you owe it to me?
Downright cold outside!
That's another thing I will welcome with open arms - my heavy coat!

(acerca 9:51 P.M.) Childersburg, Al. - the house on 5th Avenue, S.W.
I was picked up at the Sylacauga bus stop (not that Convenient Store, but the one used before, the one connected to the restaurant. The one next to Hardee's.) around 7:00 A.M., by Joyce. And, of course, the day was spent with The Family.
But now I am alone - no telephone - at Mama's former abode. While the place is undergoing a Heat Treatment, before I can shower, I file this latest report.
Sub-freezing weather; it will get better, I hope, to allow me to vacation and cover my own projects.
Let the above suffice tonight - and I will be explaining more as time goes by.

(6th) Every season, Hollie Flippen, Flip's father, does video taping of the show. A lousy videographer, this man in his late 60's-early 70's concentrates on the young women, taping Spec and the Ariel Ballet many, many times.
Though the Clown stuff was able to pull his attention from the tiddies and asses, and imprinted themselves on the video tape.
Mr. Flippen is as bad as camera operator as his daughter was as a Clown.
He shoots the ground; he fails to focus; Etc.
But Hollie has good intentions - and we all gracefully accept copies of the Record, in spite of the fact that none of us would dare submit our acts as captured on the tape to a promoter or producer!
This year Mr. Flippen included a lot of the Kelley Miller Circus, - yesterday afternoon David played the tape for me.
As I watched it I though to myself - what a lowly, pathetic, degrading way to earn a living!
As an intelligent person, surely I should be on campus, and not exhibiting myself!
I am not impressed by the "glamour and romance" of Circus!
God forbid if I was (and am)! Circus is a job - to relate to It fairly, one must approach It as work!
Way too many people are in the Circus as an escape, the involvement on the Summer Camp level!
And their performance shows - the Circus Lifestyle is Number One with them, their Act a necessary evil.
Sure, Circus is disgusting and demeaning! But so are most jobs!
Clown Work is - work! Each display has to be dealt with on its own, not as an indenity in a Vulgar Institution!
Forget that you are in the Circus! Enfuse dedication and energy into your work as you should do any task - digging a ditch, defending a client, driving a truck, etc.
Be enamored by the trees - not the forest!
It is a cold, wet Sunday - dreary to boot!
December 6, 1992, Childersburg, Al. I will begin this Winter Quarters by catching up on the "National Geographics." My wardrobe desperately cries for attention - but I seek direction for my Boss.

(acerca 8:34 P.M.) The Big Item of today - Rain!
Not unusual.
Cold, miserable.
At least I was able to hang up my tails. And start the reading of the cache of "Geographics."
A long day of Family.
And they will get longer.
In my campaign of collecting Experiences, I will tolerate this domestic project until it becomes too much to handle.
What, a week or so?
Most likely until the Weather releases me.

(around 10:26 P.M.) At the risk of sounding jingoistic at such a late hour - around 10:26 P.M. - I strongely believe that the voyage to Europe made me (or led me) to appreciate the beauty of this country.
Even the Southeast.
The 1992 installment of my review of these United States - 22 states - was an eye-opener, and framed the gorgeousness of this country, as I never saw it before.
Maybe it was the fact that, while I did the 3-week Checking-out of Europe in miserable weather and was more concerned with where I could escape the Cold, especially at night, the largess of Circus Travel was given as I was in relatively warm, comfortable trucks.
I knew where I would be staying at night.
Meals were mine a regular times.
Europe, if you had been kinder, gentler, more understanding, maybe I wouldn't be writing this.
You turned me into a Chauvanistic Crud!
I didn't vote - but my "America First" policy is boosted in this off-handed way!
Even the scenery of Childersburg can be seducive!

(7th) 39-degrees (F.).
Definitely a pre-Winter Chill!
Monday, December 7, 1992.
Childersburg, Al.
The South.
The sunny, warm South (?).
A scrim has been across the sky while Sun changes into His Winter Wardrobe.
Around twelve days to the Winter Solstice.
So why the Early Preparations!
You reckon the Winter Attire will premiere before the scheduled day because it is a Masterwork and a Crowd Pleaser?

(acerca 6:31 P.M.) Cold continues to be the Cynosure - Air was kept under 50-degrees (F) this afternoon.
So you can imagine how Cold upstages this evening!
I suppose you are aware, Cold, that the first time you get careless and lose your concentration, I will take over with Juggling and a Work-out?!

(8th, Around 7:38 A.M.) Saturday, my first night back in Childersburg, sleep hit me squarely and hard.
The next night, Sunday, the Sandman wasn't as thorough - sleep came relunctanly, and stayed with me begrudgingly.
Last night, I had to go to the Sandman's House and force Him on Duty! This morning, He deserted His Post as early as He could.
December 8, 1992.
Maybe the Mid-20-degrees (F) nights are overpowering Sleep! But at this rate, I will soon have to conduct a house-to-house Search for the AWOL Sandman!
A Sub-freezing Tuesday - at around 7:38 A.M. Phoebus is in a Stand-off with Cold; and that Bright Gunslinger hasn't lost many confrontations!
The streets are clear of the Townfolks.

(acerca 6:00 P.M.) It's starting up, again!
After only four days in Childersburg I am restive and uncomfortable.
Things usually happen painfully slow!
I suppose I should allow '92 to retire before making a Major Move - but, hell! that's 23 more days! Surely there is someplace I should be,
NOW!

(9th, About 7:36 A.M.) Again, Cold is in Command.
And again, instead of allowing this small-town slowness to refresh my Spirit, I am fighting It , as if I am protecting it for what will never come.
Waiting for Godot.
Won't I ever learn that Godot isn't coming? I can work-out, horn my thinking towards His Wardrobe, but He will Stand my Up?
I sent a letter yesterday to Florida State University - that Tallassee college has - or had - a student Circus. I have it figured that, if I can't get any other assignment except the Sawdust Venue, I may as well work with a real amateur Circus.
F.S.U. also has the Mime Courses.
Who knows - Godot may be on that campus!
Cold has chosen Overcast as Its Secretary of State and Dreary as Its Chief of Staff.

(acerca 9:49 A.M.) Frank is always talking about 'Clowning'! Hell! he seems unable to converse on any other level!
The constant barrage becomes monotonous very fast, and is painful to hear.
In the house, outside - Frank practices juggling and legerdemain every available moment!
And I am envious! How come I can't have that eagerness, that enthusiasm any more?
You recall I did at one time - I would work-out in the bedroom in the evenings, and throughout the day, at the expense of avuncular duties.
It must be nice to be that enticed by the Muse!
Maybe the resentment of being trapped in performance;
or that my mental and emotional states desperately needed Public Exhibition as counter measures.
Frank verges on the intellectual imbecility - he's none too smart!
Use to be I wallowed in ignorance. Not that I'm overly knowledgable today! - but even my critics have to admit that I have come a long way.
Mime was my only 'creative' outlet. Now, however, writing, philosophy, medicine, etc. have opened for me.
Can I still do justice to Mime by a continuance?
Have I finally reached into the panties of the Muse, and the 'feel' is not as stimulating as the Bodies of Other Women would be?
My concupiscience desires more liaisons to satisfy it!

(acerca 7:11 P.M.) Freezing Rain!
Sleet!
Squeezing Cold!
Mix all together - this is what was and is being cooked up for us in this area!
Even if I was so inclined, Al Fresco practice is vetoed (although I did bounce-juggle four balls in the basement this morning).

10 December (Thursday), Childersburg, Al.

(About 7:23 A.M.) What else - but cold and wet? Weather suitable for reading - that's about all!
(And, damn! if I don't have a bunch of that to take on!)
There use to be a time that I would gather my wardrobe in one spot, and importune Time to hurry and bring on the next project.
But now I inventory my wardrobe and shoes begrudgingly, and dread having to use it in work.
Am I at long last seeing Mime for what She really is - work? A Job?
And isn't this how it should be, and should have been all along?
Isn't the quality of Clowning lowered if it is approached as a game, as play?

(acerca 2:15 P.M.) And I can't extend the year!
Assuming the 1992 tour was a productive one, only so much good luck and thrills can happen in a 12-month period.
Not because time runs out, but because a person's life is entitled to just so much excitement.
I did a work-out this morning; a bounce-juggle 4-ball this afternoon.
That, though, isn't enough to suck out of 1992 any further Different-from-the-Norm activities! All I can do is wait it out, and hopefully I will be able to "borrow" more Extra-Reality!

(acerca 2:51 P.M.) Sun reported awhile ago! It had tried establishing a Program since mid-morning, but Cloudiness interfered.
Scrumptious, billowry Cumulus; this is the way I figured it would be when I got here.
You mean to tell me I should have stayed in Winter Quarters - or Fort Worth - another week?

(acerca 7:00 P.M.) The nocturnal Sun is entirely visible - but fails to get the point across.
The afternoon version managed to get it up to the low-50-degrees (F) - cold, but better than it has been.
The nasty Wind is hard on Sun - that Factor hit us just like a 40-degree (F) day would!
It's a contest - which one of us can hold out the longest?
What choice do I have?

11 December (Friday), Childersburg/Birmigham, AL

(About 7:28 A.M.) Cold, BUT -
a cloudless sky, which is wonderfully blue!;
bright, the sun hard at work.
Let's all get behind the Designers and maybe this 35-degree (F) will be plastered over.
I took the 4" (?) mattress off the top bunk; in a replay of college somnelence, I have a bed on the floor of the living room.
The springs of the bottom bank was too giving. My Back has grown use to a plywood sub-mattress.
So I yielded to it.

(acerca 7:39 P.M.) I toil for the embarrassing remuneration during Road Work -
for what?
Christmas!
Leslie took Mother and I to Birmingham this afternoon; I have most of the holiday coverage accomplished.
I will most likely do the finishing touches with the help of Sylacauga.
I didn't regret the non-appearance in Childersburg during the Thanksgiving festivities; how great it would be having the Winter Holidays to myself!
Maybe it will happen before long!
The gods have hung their own ornament in the sky - the Full Moon is sensational, so 'near' us that - I wonder, would a ladder be able to reach it?
A charitable sun at least made the Shopping Drudgery semi-bearable! Even though a Chill loitered, Phoebus sent down enough Rays to turn back much of the wind.
A rather cold evening!

12-13 December (Saturday-Sunday), Childersburg, AL

(12th, About 7:02 A.M.) 27-degrees (F) at about 7:02 A.M.
Clear, though.
Why doesn't it warm up? What Weather is doing is insulting!
The twelth of December 1992; I won't put it past Ninety-Two is keep us under the Whip for these twenty remaining days!
Saturday.

(acerca 7:47 P.M.) Some may have called it a warm afternoon - but the chill was odious to me!
The air coaxed the Mercury into the mid-50-degrees (F.) - still too cold for Al Fresco juggling.
So I practiced 4-ball bounce in the basement.
A work-out this morning.
Opera this afternoon.
It's the same old between-projects training.
And I don't even know if the Road or Campus will win the tug-of-war! Just in case, though, I am rounding out my training with concentrated reading.
Obviously, too - writing.

(13th, About 7:35 A.M.), and very cold! Given the look of things (ice on the windows) I will guess it is below freezing. A strong showing by the morning sun; Air may be 'convinced,' later, to drop it's load of Cold, though Air is standing Firm before the Sun's Firepower at present.
Even the Clouds are too sybaritic for this Freeze!
Burton Raffel translated it.
But who wrote it?
As with most ancient Old English literature, was "Beowulf" a folk tale, a brief 'message' which, as Storytellers have been known to do, grew and incorporated more 'rumors' during each telling, before finally being formalized on paper?
I jumped on it last night, being twenty years behind schedule in getting to the Classic Contribution of Antiquity.
What the hell! I am late in every thing else! Why should my relationship to the Old Ways be exempted?

(acerca 10:23 P.M.) David has a video camera; he is constantly writing scripts for Joyce, Mother, himself, and me to broadcast' as a news team.
With my baldness and long, unruly hair, I should redesign a Clown Face to highlight this comic look!
For isn't that how it should be - to follow up with one's unfortunate physiognomy? Since whatever success I have had resulted from being true to this principle, shouldn't I upgrade my Mime Persona to reflect my changing countenance?
In all probability that means a move from White Face. But, assuming I will be staying with the Circus for awhile, how can I best come up with a Working Model that will satisfy White Face, August, Tramp, and all the other Clown Types I present?
It will come - have no fear of that! I trust Mime not to let me down at this Crossroads!
Not cold, but dampish this afternoon. I continue to wait for a relatively warm day, so Club juggling can intrude in my training - and Weather seems determine that it remains out!

14 December (Monday), Childersburg, Al.

(About 7:44 A.M.) You know, it's not that cold this morning! You reckon . . .?

(acerca 3:56 A.M.) And still it won't die!
I got tired waiting for cooperative weather - why I was expecting that Piece of Shit to work with me, I don't know; and my nerves and spirit were bitching for one.
I thought I had outgrown that! I hoped I had better control!
So I snubbed the Chilly Climate and practiced 4-ball ariel juggling in the house, over the mattress I have in the living room.
(My sleeping quarters - the floor provides the firmness for my back, the mattress offers padding for my knees, ankles, etc.)
It is great to be back with Books! But I am spending too much time with Them!
A juggling session and a matutional work-out to protract my career if that the way it must be.
Music lessons - keeping that portion of the Brain limber which handles Mechanical Progression.
Developing a 5-ball display would really swing the decision to my corner!
I must also keep the Flow going, in order that Wardrobe Ideas will unclog the Blockage.
Overcast, dreary afternoon - a lookalike of Snow days!

15-16 December (Tuesday-Wednesday), Childersburg, AL

(15th, About 7:07 A.M.), and 44-degrees (F).
I can't stress, Temperature Person, the importance of straightening up and flying right! What do you think you're doing, anyway?!
Making sure, this time around, that I take advantage of Family Fun by laying down wintry, odious weather?
And wintry it is! Cold and overcasted! A sucky day!

(acerca 9:44 A.M.) Have you ever tried this - working under a 2/4 beat, the right hand taps a Quarter note, the left Eighths.
It's not as easy as it sounds! But molding my mind to incorporate the Drum technique should improve my left-sided mobility.
An offensive wind - the Culpit in this Cold War!
As is usually the case!

(acerca 6:03 P.M.) "Beowulf."
Like everything else, it isn't as high-class and intimidating as I thought.
I will long remember the basic plot on a simplistic level;
but, damn! if I will be able to retain the genealogy! For it is as confusion as "War and Peace"!
I'm glad I read the classic, though. And there are many more 'Masterpieces' still clamoring for my perusal.
Slowly but surely I will get to a few of them.
The wind was behind the treachery of the Afternoon. Air would have been faithful - but Cold infiltrated, spreading Her influence across the area.
Almost enough to change the course of the government!
That is, if the mattress wasn't on the living room floor!
Cold was unable to stop a 4-ball juggling session this afternoon.
If the Constitution wasn't so overpowering, the Opposition would win out.
But time, persistence, and diligence are stronger Voices than Cold!
It will take something Bigger than that Group to force me out of office!

(16th, About 7:21 A.M.) No heater this morning!
Amazing!
And if this trend continues . . .
Rain, though, with the apparent blessing of Wind, is out to keep things crippled. It came on in last night, and hopped around early morning.
Fortunately, out of exhaustion, Rain is at rest at the moment.
Do you realize that, today aside, 1992 is down to Her final 15 days? How will She use them? Will She try to make amends? Or just throw in the towel - how much more damage can She do? - seeing our resiliency?
I can't say I hate to see Her go!
What if 1993 is more cruel, more of a Bitch?
The gamble of life; and only Death can stop the Game!

(acerca 5:42 P.M.) She doing a Strip now - and down to Her Panties!
Rain has dropped steadily since mid-afternoon.
Cold, the prude that He is, left when Rain began 'taking it off'; Her Front-Row Seat is occupied by Warmth, who is drooling and all beside Himself.
Not much I can do - beside mediating the War. You know, the Action involving the Combatants Continuation in Circus and the Challenger A Second Career.
A Re-Match which is held each year.
And each meeting Continuation shows signs of Age and Attrition.
It won't be too much longer before Second de-thrones that Cham-peen!
(If you're like me, you are waiting for Second!)

17 December (Thursday), Childersburg/Birmingham, Al.

(About 7:08 A.M.) So far, Warm is Meeting and Greeting the people. It looks as though Rain is all washed up for today, if the Clear Skies are any indication.

(acerca 5:59 P.M.) It's long overdue! White-Face Mime no longer is appropiate!
The negative growth of hair on the top of my head makes the third phase of my performing career a necessity!
(Proceeding under the assumption that Performance will keep me in Her ranks - and, until I lose all physicality, I most likely will continue an active Warrior.)
What would you say to color-co-ordinating Skull Caps? And August make-up?
As you recall, John Lewis forced my hand when I 'applied' for a Clownship with Hoxie Bros. - I was working at the Miami Winter Quarters with a beard, and the General Manager wouldn't have any of that early Carson and Barnes appearance.
This past season many people express 'concern' that my Make-up 'missed the mark.'
If I pardon myself from Active Duty, would I be able to resume Full Time Service in two, three years? I could sure use that interval to develop the Modification!
But would I lose the momentum? In essence, would I be starting over again?
And would that be so bad? Isn't it the deptness of the Output, not the time spent doing it? Especially if the quality is shallow!
Of course, a sabbatical would mean disavowelment of Security, Commercial Advancement!
But why do this work if one cares more for Status than Quality?
So this is where I stand.
My flute, al long last, is under the care of a Doctor! Leslie took Mother to Birmingham this afternoon to see her physician (Dr. Dvane Sehyler?) at the St. Vincent Professional Building #2, and I took my Baby to Nuncie's
The walk - from around 10th Avenue, South, to 2625 2nd Avenue, North.
Not THAT far! The relatively warm afternoon made it nice. Phoebus must be acknowledged as a wonderful, most-appreciated Escalator.
Hopefully the flute will be completely cured - for it, along with writing, will probably be my sole artistic outlet during the upcoming Investigtory Period!

18-20 December (Friday-Sunday), Childersburg, AL

(18th, About 7:23 A.M.) 31-degrees (F.).
Back in Her Sub-Freezing Costume, huh?
Personally I liked the Warmer Colors on you! They bring out your Beauty.
That is, if You would leave off the Rain Belt! That Accessory doesn't seem to fit with the rest of the outfit.
About 7:23 A.M., and so far, Clear.
December 18, 1992, the last Friday but one in this 1992 Administration.
Since everything Big that was planned for Ninety-two has already taken place, December has basically been a Lame Duck 1/12 year. Aware of this, Christmas was assigned to Guard the Back Part; in this way People wouldn't give up on the Year. Christmas has to be bribed in order to enter the 'turmoil' leading to a Fresh Start.
If all goes well, we will be on the Other Side in two weeks.

(acerca 2:46 P.M.) 18 years ago or so, when I was a 'bohemian' in Birmingham, I was a friend of one Dave Hubbert. During one of our conversations Dave stated, a man and woman can't be just friends., with the follow-up understood.
Now, Dave ws a former sailor, a sexist, and red-neck. But, you know, he was absolutely correct in that bit of wisdom!
As I discovered this past season, first hand.
A woman is offended if a man's ultimate ambition isn't the, what she thinks, jewel between legs.
I don't have to discuss the Jennifer case - I have belabored that point too much already.
But I should have horned in on her 'jewel,' THEN try for the gentleman relationship.
Live and learn!
I was actually able to toss around three clubs this afternoon! It was that warm!
The upper-50-degrees (F.) - not a record, but better than it has been.
A bright, partying Sun pumped the dying Autumn Warmth up.
As the sky is receiving the re-inovation into Winter, the Clearness is noticeably scraped and streaked through, the White underpaint revealed.
A beautiful day, as Winter is about to receive the Baton from Autumn, after a disappointing lap.

(19th, Around 7:23 A.M.) Mucho Frio, si!
If it's not on the down side of Freezing, then, around-7:23 A.M., is damn close to it on this side!
Clear sky, setting the stage for the Arrival of Sun.
I have been at this Alabama Retreat for two weeks; today, December 19, 1992, begins the third one.
Last night, it approached me - the Make-up Modification!
At this point in my life, my hair is not only receding, but the Crown of my head is also losing its grip on Covering. It has always been my Working Principle that my Clown look should make use of my natural physical qualities, with only the minimum of enhancement.
This rule, being sacrosanct, led to an obvious decision - why not remove the hair from the Apex to the forehead? I could still appear as White Face; but I would whiten the hairless cranial area, as well as the ears, neck, and down the chest a little.
I examined Faces in a Circus History book, and a good many White-Faces wore skull caps, with long artificial hair flowing from the sides, in a resemblance of dogs.
Creating this Clowny look wouldn't be much for me - I would be trapped in that Style, though, even defaced!
A small price to pay - especially since I seemed to be stuck in the Performance Rut, anyway!
Now, I must come-up with matching Eyebrows, nose, and mouth. And a clownier wardrobe.
Saturday - as I finally! convince the Controller to modernize my Clown Image!

(acerca 9:12 P.M.) I must admit, though, that my aim WAS to go One-on-One with Jennifer between the sheets;
and I was scared!
Scared that I would be a flop if it ever happened!
Hell! I have never ejaculated inside a woman!
So actually Jennifer did me a favor when she chased me away with her lying and deceit! I could feel the pressure easing!
Rain has been leaking through the Overcast sky since around 4:00 P.M.. Not a Landfall of Vengence, but more like a Clearing House from the Mopping going on while the gods scrub their Floor, in preparation for Winter' s Visitation.
Not really cold - the upper-50-degrees (F.) - but the Dampness was penetrating.
I have been shelling out $25 a week for groceries - an inexpensive boarding house this off-season.
EUGENE ONEGIN, - the Tchy, the opera by the SWAN LAKE and NUTCRACKER dude - was broadcasted over WBHM this afternoon. With the exception of a twenty-minute 4-ball practice, I turned away from a work-out, focusing my attention entirely on the opera.
A 3 ½ hour Musical program - was I discipline myself to concentrate, or was I just lazy and shameful?
Maybe the Inspiration of last night, concerning the new, improved Clown Look, exhausted my energy supply.
A steneous session every other day - until a new project is nearer at hand, that should keep me in general shape.
Why flagellate myself if no reward is forthcoming?

(20th) Just because I turned away from a work-out yesterday doesn't mean I didn't call upon Muscles!
Drumming require Traps, Latissinus Dorsi, and several of their friends to take an Active Role. And the bill for their service has been brought around.
My Upper Back is sore - in a friendly way. I am proud to have been the Subject.
Even though I have failed to mention it the last 3 days, I assume you know my location is Childersburg, Al.
December 20, 1992, the first day of Hanukkah, a wet but warm Sunday (as the Gentiles call it).

(acerca 7:43 A.M.) Violently doth Rain descend. It appears to be right at home - in other words, this Rape may be long and hard-hitting.

(acerca 8:17 P.M.) A fitness work-out; a 4-ball juggle session.
The starting perusal of the July '92 "National Geographic."
Not an exceptional Sunday, just one that I used to my advantage.
A warm day, only the drippage from the Water Overload the gods indulged in.
It seems as if Autumn is resigned at Her Dismissal - She gave up the Hard-Hitting Bitterness, and Her Farewell Speech is quite pleasant.

21-22 December (Monday-Tuesday), Childersburg/Sylacauga, Al.

(21st, About 8:30 A.M.) This is the last complete week 1992 will work - She gave Notice of such this morning.
Autumn is Misty-Eye about leaving Office today. But She's not relinquishing Her Post Cold-Heartedly - upper-40-degrees (F) is Her final Act.

(acerca 7:18 P.M.) It weighs heavy on my mind that I must, once and for all, establish official ties to Academia! Performance has been a valuable tool in getting me out of the Imbecile Role I was in.
But I seem to be alright, now. Any remaining dysfunction most likely results from my Overstay with Circus and Performance.
I know it's the same observation each year!
However, the case for Academia grows stronger as time wears on. Is this because my physicality is being pumped out by Aging? That instead of Academia prossessing so much force, it's just a matter, now, of Mime superannuating me, giving the Lying-in-Waiting Academia to prounce on me as I leave?
Autumn is seeking Public Sympathy over Her Loss of Power - Her display of Tears has softer the impact of Winter.
However, when Winter regains His Machismo, boy! are we in for it!

(22nd, After 3:00 P.M.) The 357th day of 1992 (with less than nine hours remaining in this Tuesday).
December 22 - Winter has been busy with committees and conferences; as a result the weather is the same as yesterday (misty, warmish). State Policy - the outgoing Administration continues to serve as Prime Minister for the first 2-3 days of a new Government.
Close Door meetings are deciding how Winter will rule.
I have a little over $1900 in my bank account. (sontinued




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