Phillip Wilson

Amazingly, I survived my Life
2011-09-21 00:00:02 (UTC)

1990 REVIEW (PART TWO)

15-22 January, Childersburg/Brmingham, Al. (continues)

In those, oh! so many! Years in which I was ‘forming,’ aren’t I ever so lucky that I didn’t (or didn’t seem able to) turn my back on the Future Uncertainty, choosing the other door instead, opting for a safe, secure existence?
I am, at long last, at the point where I always thought I could someday be – a Mime sensation, albeit not a commercial one.
And now I must learn to relate to myself and the world at large.
I am reading “The Incredible Machine,” the anatomy book from National Geographic Society, which I ordered last fall. Covering all aspect of the workings of the human body – from pre-natal life, the circulatory system, etc – the book isn’t overly esoteric, not is it condescending or patronizing. The above-average laymen will benefit a lot from the Operator’s Manuel.
I know I am!

23 January (Tuesday), Childersburg, AL

(About 11:06 A.M.) 23 Enero 1990.
Martes.
Childersburg, Alabama.
Today’s morning (about 11:06 de la manana) is a cool low-40-degrees (F),
even though El Sol when it can, is strong and generous.
A thick layer of billowry, cotton-puff Clouds are gathered in a group around the top of the heavens. The Artist that did the Michelanglo to the sky missed several spots. These are where Sun drops its yellow paint onto the floor down here, hoping that Mich feller is dismissed from the ceiling job.
Damn! if it doesn’t seem that LAST Tuesday was only 2-3 days ago! My, but Tiempo is rushing on ahead, heedless of my attempts to harness it, in order to match my Study and Training with its, to be able to match our strides.
It doesn’t seem like it can be done; and trying only flustrates me, and de-stablizes my emotional/spiritual equilibrium.
And Tiempo seems to run faster the more I chase after it, the nearer I come to overtaking it, as if Tiempo will not allow a mere mortal to finish ahead of it!

(acerca de 2:44 de dia) What’s going on?! SOME HOW, some one completed a claim for me with Unemployment! For I received a Monetary Determination for Unemployment Compensation from Oklahoma City in the mail this afternoon (Of course, I am not elgible – I lack $500 to satisfy the minimum of $3800); but the point is, a claim was prepared for me on January 19.
Who did this to me? Why don’t It leave me alone?! I haven’t consciously done anything to It!
The Artist went back and patched up the Celestial Canvas – the missed places in the mural were reported to the authorities; and the Artist wanted to keep the Commission.
Therefore Sun was locked out this afternoon. The warmth resulted from the unsuccessful effort to break through, however, came across, and was appreciated.

(acerca de 9:00 de la noche) Am I wasting my time in a beginning Spanish language course? Tonight, the second class meeting, was one of reading aloud; and, I must say, I have a pretty good Spanish pronunciation.
Maybe I should be living the language in Mexico City, instead on in Alabama!
That wind is rather strong and cold tonight! Don’t tell me February will have to join us with Cold Weather tagging along!!

24 January (Wednesday), Childersburg, AL

(About 10:20 A.M.) It will go down as the biggest waste in artistic history! I should have pushed my ‘natural’ talent onto the scene with greater effort! As it is, I am a nowhere Clown with sensational powers of Mime. And I will be 40 years of age in less than five days!
Miercoles, 24 Enero 1990. .
Rain has provided the dreary background to accomplany the dreary circumstances of my life.
Time – about 10:20 de la manana. Air is warmishly cool.
But I thought I was protecting my so-called destiny – for I figured I would have to work around a Mime career, being that THAT path can’t attrack the money needed for living. I wanted to be free to jump on a position when it came along.
And what do I end up with? Exile in Childersburg, Alabama (where I am at present), and only a single offer – Carson and Barnes Circus!
Granted, I have established an unbelievable artista outpouring – Mime, after all, is a rather tough animal to capture – but still, couldn’t I have been a bigger entity if I had been more aggressive from the start?
Funny thing is, I, as yet, don’t know what I can do, or how to handle this burden Fate left me to carry! And I probably never will!
All these years I have sought assistence from a ‘God,’ hoping to be directed down a smooth, short-cut. But no help was ever given me. And so I have been wandering in circles, and falling in ditches, with this unique, valuable largess, never seeming to get any nearer the office, where I would be rewarded for my loyalty.

(At least, I was under the impression my service would be honored!)
May no one else ever be choosen for a special assignment!

(around 2:19 P.M.) Raining, and around 2:19 P.M. The slipcases for the 1989 National Geographics came this morning, by U.P.S., - I returned a check for $15.95 to the Society's office in Washington, D.C., by the afternoon's post.
That post brought me my American Airlines travel ticket from Birmingham to Louisville (as you recall, I submitted payment for the fare last week).
I will depart next Wednesday morning on fight 916, around 7:08 A.M., arriving approximately 8:03 A.M. in Nashville, TN.
Around an hour and thirteen minutes at the Nashville Airport, before departing on flight 4490 to Louisville.
Two hours will have me on the celestial highway; and than around a 11:11 A.M. landing in Louisville.
Another vacation; but even the five hours I am away from Childersburg on Tuesday nights are greatly welcomed. I should, if nothing else, headquarters myself in Birmingham.
Who knows what will come down.

(acerca de 8:00 de la noche) By the way, travel from Nashville to Louisville entails a lost of an hour - for Louisville is right across the Eastern Tine zone.
So the actual time in the air getting from one city to the other is not as long as the clock would lead one to believe.

25 January (Thursday), Childersburg, AL

It has been cool, wet day; this morning Rain, on its periodic peregrinations, stopped and watered us. Only a sprinkle, though, from an apparent sprinkler can.
By the way, la pronunciacion correcto de 'muy' es MWEE, no MOO-EE. So I AM! getting something out of the Spanish course!

(acerca de 2:33 de la tarde); the post this afternoon let me know that I have over $1500 in my checking account.

(acerca de 6:00 de la noche) "Triumph," a 'historical' novel by John Kenneth Galbraith, is my current litery project. This Book-of-The-Month Club from the late-1960's is one of those attempts at Classy, intelligentual writing that seems to be so common nowadays, and in most cases fail.
Which remains to be seen.

26-27 January (Friday-Saturday), Childersburg, AL

(26th) Around 12:17 P.M.) And so wienes, at around 12:17 de la tarde, is bright, coolish. The sky has been softened up - only patches of Cirrus Clouds threaten us.
26 enero 1990;
and somedays I just don't feel like laying a lot on you. Or there isn't anything to report.
It's not that all is well - it's that I haven't figured out many reasons for my situation.
But don't worry - you will be given gripes and comments for you greedy voracious appetite for hard-luck stories.

(acerca de 2:06 P.M.) Alright, have it you way! The Oklahoma Employment Security Commission sent me a packet, which I received in this afternoon's post, again informing me of my inelgibility for Unemployment benefits. However, two claim cards were enclosed - one for the week ending January 20, the other for this week.
So I am going to fill them out, and submit them. It just may be that the computer in Oklahoma City is so incompetent that I will be administered a weekly paycheck for a month or so.
And, of course, I could make use of any amount - the wardrobe I will purchase in Louisville next week will take much out of my checking account, not even considering the travel fare to that Kentucky city.
What a beautiful day! And the Air is a card from Autumn, presently enjoying his winter vacation.

(27th) Around 7:02 A.M.), on cold, inchoate bright morning of 27 enero 1990. This is sabado.
I made my 'reservation' yesterday for my hospitality in Louisville - Mary called around 10:15 A.M., and I told her I would be up there next Tuesday. Stupid me! I called last night and corrected the error.

(acerca de 4:32 de la tarde) Well, it has been coolish today, but a beautiful 'Spring' day it has been, as of Primavera is itching to take over, and have a crack at the Ninties.
Bright, semi-clear (patches of Cirrus Clouds).

(acerca de 6:20 de la noche) I told you if you just had patience, I would have something for you! And here it is -
Even though I have always been praised and commented on my unique talent, it wasn't until the 1989 Discovery that I staked out a claim. And the formalizing of the 'area,' the proof I submitted, made me realize that, God! I do have superior services! It has done so much for my self-esteem and confidence, not to say my security!
But why did the voyage take so long? If I had travelled the usual route, would I have come upon the discovery much sooner, and without the rough voyage and terrible storms I passed through?
You know, I damn near ship-wrecked!
I did visit many lands; but were the 'sight-seeing' a waste of time?
And will every off-season be as rough as this? I doubt if I can go on like this.
It wasn't anybody's fault but my own that I followed a little-known, seldom-used map that had me journey over a round-about path.
But I am here - is it only natural that I protect my claim so closely?
Will having finally reached my goal be rougher than the getting here?
So much for my personal relationship with Mime! Do I therefore equal the seven voyages of Sinbad?
The appearances of the guest stars of the Celestial Theatre are earlier every night; in 3-4 months, the Other Cast will have the nocturnal stage.
The investigation of Spanish pronunciation seems to be helping my articulation of English sounds. So why wasn't this done to me years ago?
The relaxation I have earned by my landfall is also hampering my stuttering problems.
I just may get straighten out after all!

28 January (Sunday), Childersburg, AL

Life begans at 40, huh?! That remains to be seen!
I am officially in my fifth decade of life. This is the price the Ninties extracted from me for the proposed top secret plan awaiting me.
A little after five in the afternoon, on Sunday, January 28, 1990, in Childersburg, Alabama. It has been a beautiful warmish day, Sun working out all day (as I did this morning.). Cirrus Clouds sparred with it.
Forty years to get this far! Isn't that rather absurd? About ten years were added to Boot Camp for some reason - for I should have received a commission around 1980.
Maybe I can hurry and catch up with the rest of my squad before the 2000 mark is reached.
But I fear I have much to cover, and may wilter by the wayside.
Feel free to check upon my progress now and then, and see if the ten-year period of the ninties can balance the 1950-1989 era.

29 January (Monday), Childersburg, All.

(About 8:00 A.M.) My first morning as a 40-year-old, - and what a bleak morning it is! - rainy, overcast, cool.
It's how one take care of the little things that is a barometer of how the major conponents of one's life are handled. And I have dealt with things as a child would.
One case that stands nightmarishly out - back in '77, or some late-70's year, I took it upon myself to invite the Baha'is from Birmingham down to Childersburg for a meeting at a building down from Wilson Bros. It was bad enough the condescending manner that people wore when they finally arrived! But my Mother went by the Meeting Place the following morning and cleaned up after me!!
And the slipshod manner in which I mailed packages to Childersburg during the 1984 road trip!
Oh! how I hope such approach to things are behind me! With a surge in confidence and self-esteem, it's o'kay to be serious about things, and see to the smallest detail.
The Wind is running Wild this morning.

(acerca de 9:19 A.M.) Is the programming of Sloppiness and Laziness built into the genetic code which makes me up? I recall several instances of carelessness during te 1989 Discovery, the most pronounced dealing with the Cream formal pants - I would allow them to remain in the dryer too long, the pants became affected with the wrinkles, and I didn't even investigate the possibility of an iron to cure them. And I would sit on my bed, inviting dirt and red make-up to attach themselves.
Other times I would just throw on non-co-ordinated colors.
And the involvement with the Circus Festival in Sarasota the earlier part of this month had to contend with mindlessness - why did I cary my wardrobe in plastic garbage bags covers, and not invest in a real garment bag?
While I am on the subject, why is that I am just now learning Spanish? Hell, I have had contact with Spanish-speaking people for years! This dilatouy bi-linqualism is embarressing!
I pray 1990 will bring true Professionalism to pay for the Confidence I came upon.
And is the Rain ever hateful this morning! Let it wash away my lackadasical approach to my career!

(acerca de 2:29 de la tarde) Rememeber - well, maybe you don't! But I would get all radical and have an anxiety attack as I was trying to develop juggling skills. I would even throw the balls on the ground in flustration!
For I felt I was being cheated by being kept in Childersburg (little did I realize at that time that time that the dead-end I was in was of my own doings!), and that I had a talent - juggling - to prove I should be a 'star.'
How was I to know that juggling, as with anything else, requires organized, regular practice over years!
Nowadays, though, I approach practice in a laid-back, "it's only a job" atitude. If I don't conquer a particular trick, who cares? there are other ones! And, as the start of a tour, I inventory what developed during the off-season, and design some sort of exhibition.
How I have come a long way! I still have far to go, but the fact that I have a better relationship with juggling, Mime, and myself is a step in the right direction, and helps to establish the momentum for that dash to Stability.
More recently, in reference to the beach visitation is Sarasota about four week ago - you know, it takes a lot of courage to lie naked on a public beach, with the police so near. But the fact that I defied the Law - being nude was never a demanding task for me! - kicked my quest for spiritual enrichment a fur piece.

30 January-16 February, Childersburg/Birmingham, AL/Nashville, TN
Louisville, KY

(30th) Enero la Treinta Mil Novecientos Noventa.
(acerca de las diez de la manana) Hace fresco y the Sun is bright. Clouds are smothering the sky.
Es un dia hermoso procticanerte.
At present, I am in Childersburg, Alabama, todavia, pero that will soon change.
Hoy is Martes;
and semen is knocking with great force to get out!
By the way, Ground took in the larger share of water that was trapped in the bachyard. Sun tried, but just couldn't suck with enough power.
And you know the John Kenneth Galbraith novel "Triumph"? Well, I wasn't able to get into it, so I gave it up. I never could come across a connecting point.

(around 11:20 P.M.) Around 11:20 P.M., at Arby's restaurant, located on 7th Avenue, South, between 21st and 20th Streets, in Birmingham, Alabama - and I've just 'pigged out' with a French Dip sandwich (roast beef between two small slices of French Bread), a large order of patoto curls with cheddar cheeze, and two cups of tea (iced).
I came up to the Magic City earlier this afternoon with Leslie, for the Spanish class -
and, let me tell you! the organized instruction IS helping! There is still much I need to attrack to even be on the level of a hispanic child! Granted, I know a good deal of eclectic stuff; but verb forms, corresponding adectives and adverbs, indirect objects, etc. - damn! do I need the the stimulus for conquering!
And I tried an experiment tonight - you know how people sometimes mistake my unrefined speech pattern for an English accent? Well, in the discussion of the use of 'ser' (to be) as use to denote nationality, I said to la professora, "Soy ingleterra." ("I am from England").
Senora Smith responded, "I don't think so!", and miniced a British brogue. I had to cover my tracks by explaining that I was very small when I lived there.
So much for trying to justify my crippled speaking by claining English influence!
I wasn't receiving special attention this evening; so I attempted to appear 'special' by citing a British background. But the revealment of my deception shot me down, humiliated me, and made me want to leave the class. In fact, I found it difficult to concentrate the second half of the class due to the embarressment.
Damn Ego! That's not the first time It caused me trouble!! It seems that whenever that Thing senses danger in not stealing the show, It responds in ways that usually result in making me out an idiot!
But I am not unique. Most of the problems in society (if not all the problems in society) grow out of the Ego wanting to be feed, or attempting to attain heights which It cannot handle. Vertigo usually results, and dizziness canses Ego to fall into the chasm of humiliation.
And all the King's horses/
and all the King's men;
couldn't put Humpety Dumpety
together again.
Parents abuse their children out of flustation; or an attempt at Ego-lifting that failed.
When the Ego gets knocked from the climb, like a rolling snowball, whatever is in It's path feels the pressure, and usually becomes enmeshed in the slide, in a futile attempt at halting It's fall.

(31st, 1:00 A.M.) It is early morning (1:00 A.M.), Wednesday, January 31, 1990. I am at the airport in Birmingham, Alabama; it has been a while since my last visit here, but what has happened? With the exception of several of the staff, I am the sole customer in this place, as far as I can tell.
Hell! the Concourses aren't even opened until 6:00 A.M.! So my pen records this while my butt is carassing a black padded chair in a waiting area outside Concourse B.
Birmingham is the largest city in Alabama, right? But the downtown area was so 'dead' tonight! And the deal with the airport here!!
What other state in the Union has a Biggest City as bad off as Alabama? No wonder this place is the laughing stock of the country!
From Arby's I walked to the Bus station, 19th Street, North, off 7th Avenue, and across the street from City Hall, in order to rent transportation from a taxi.
$7.30 for the trip out to the airport via Yellow Cab! How did things get so out of shape?
The weather is a crisp, ass-biting 38 degrees (F.). But it is clear and clean, in compensation.
After I saw Leslie out of the parking deck (on University Boulevard/8th Ave., South, at the corner of 19th Street), after her Face Painting Class let out around 8:00 P.M., last night, I went on down to the Mervyn H. Steine (U.A.B.) Library, by way of the University Center, and perused magazines until closing at 10:30 P.M.
So I have yet to feel the pain of a Wait until my flight departs later this morning around 7:08 A.M.

(acerca de 8:15 de la manana) Nashville, Tennessee.
Flight 916, American Airlines, departed Birmingham, around 7:08 A.M., and flew mostly at 21000 feet, to arrive at the airport in Nashville earlier than scheduled, at 7:58 A.M. - five minutes a lagnappe from Amercan.
Bright, clear - but, oh! so cold! The low-30 degrees (F.), el mismo tiempo as Birmingham, hit us upon arrival.
I spent my matutional wait at the Birmingham Airport in Spanish-study. That six-hour or so 'lag' wasnt so bad - only around an hour got on my nerves. It was extra-nice that I basicly had the airport to myself, up until around 5:00 A.M.
No museum could ever equal the picture I experienced 'up there' coming from Birmingham! Clouds were daubed in areas very near ground level!!
Or was it ice from the brush of Freezing Weather?
The Cosmos is a matter of Chance, of Luck - no Divine Civil Engineer at work! Man can be into religion all it wants to - and it still won't change the fact that the Universe was just tossed together from the flotsam and jetsom of Fate.
And why must there be other solar systems that has planets under the command of a Star, these planets perverted by Life? Why should there even be Life on other planets of this Platoon?
What happens in this World is mostly Chance (One has to be an opportunist in life!); so can't the same be said of how the Heavens are managed?
Is it that this chaos, this creation by whim, is so 'spectacular' and succeeds, whereas Man is required to work superhard to come anywhere near the quality, that attracks the spirit of each of us and is named Beautiful?
Is it meant to be Beautiful?

(acerca da 7:36 de la noche); but Eastern Time took an hour from my visit up here.
For I am in Louisville, Kentucky, 1337 4th Street, South, Apartment #8, is my address until next Tuesday morning.
By the way, Richard (Buckles) and Mary Perales are the long-term residents here.
American Eagle, a division of American Airlines, ferried me from Nashville, Tn., this morning, departing the Music City around 9:20 A.M., giving up the hour to the Flight God, and, as a result, putting me in my secong 'home' around 11:45 A.M.
I am dressed only in white bikini underwear and a thermal top as I write to you. Buckles is at work; Mary on the other side of a bookcase in the bed, claiming sleep.
(In fact, I just nakified myself and autosexed - but! what freedom!).
Flight 4490 is one of those commuter air ships, therefore small. And we are talking small here!
How small, you may ask? Well, a prop on either side; and a rank of seats on each side of the cabin.
I would say, maybe 30 passengers was the carrying limit.
The ceiling of the cabin was so low, I almost was a 90-degree monster getting to my seat! And what agility I displayed, thanks to my dance training, as I presented Taking Off Coat!
Nap kept the clausaphobic abyss from taking over my reactions, for which I am much thankful.
A city bus was outside the Louisville Airport; about a ten-minute wait, and 35 cents, and I was on my way 'home.'
That bus carried me down 2th Street, South, and I de-bused at the corner of the 1300 block.
But I had gone one block too far; and I was two blocks away from 4th, anyway.
I did, however, recognized the area, and easily located my Kentucky office.
#8 is in the basement of 1337, enterred by a door on the side of the apartment house (across from the Girl Scout building, on the opposite side where I stayed last winter in this city).
Central Park is directly across 4th Street.
The Disabled Veterans Thrift Store, two blocks away on Oak Street, didn't have anything that I could use.
A beautiful afternoon - bright, semi-clear. But the wind was astiring, pulling Cold in its wake.

(1st, About 1:52 P.M.) The Nearly New Shop, a thrift store in the basement of the Mid-City Mall, 1250 Bardstown Road, took away $17.85 in exchanged for - two pair of brown patent leather shoes (I has to get one pair of 11's, being as Size 12 only appeared once. The Creme-color selection only present up to 10 1/2 to me), 3 pick handkerchiefs, and five pair of formal pants (3 white, one grey, one silver). The discount place had an entire rack of turedos, but only 32-34 in size fit me.
If you recall, last winter I also got some wardrobe at Nearly New Shop, although not as extensive as this time around.
Louisville, Kentucky, will have a place in history as one of the stimulations of my artistic outbursts.
It has been a rainy, cold day, rather dreary in aspect.
But I didn't come up for the climate, did I?

(acerca de 11:34 de la noche) It sure ain't like it was last year! The selection wasn't as varied, and the prices were higher.
$175.35 for Formal Wear (three pairs of shoes - black, white, grey; a white vest, 2 pair socks, several handkerchief, 3 pairs of pants, 3 coats) from Sam Mayer's, who is having a Warehouse Clearance sale.
How will I get my rather extensive wardrobe to Hugo, or wherever I report to for my 1990 project?!
There wasn't a large choice of color in 'tails,' so wasn't it good that last year offered me such a fancy pick?
And those 'tails' were over three times the cost of last years!
I will be knocking them dead - but am I branching out too much? Am I loosing touch with my roots?
And will this intensive care be worthwhile?

(2nd, About 8:15 A.M.) I don't think I will depend on Sam Meyer's Warehouse Clearance Sale for my wardrobe in the furture - one reason, I have a huge inventory. And Sam Mayer's doesn't seen to have anything sensational. The prices of the Formal Wear is rich to begin with. Last year I just happened to stumble upon the 'costumes,' for I was in Louisville visiting Buckles and Mary as my main motivator for being in the in this city. But now that I had the Sam Meyer's sale as a reason to travel up here, it seems that Fate has removed a way I can take charge of my career.
For, damn! if She refuses to allow my conscious interference! Whose career is it, anyway?!
I was trying to follow a plan and actively upgrade my services when I depended on Mr. Burch Formal Wear in Birmingham for used 'tails.'
So, once again, you win! I yield to your superior powers! I haven't done much of a job handling things on my own! And under your Management things have gone exceptionally well.
There is no reason for me to be emotionally inbalance due to your insistence on running my career your way - you will do it your way, in any case, and a temper tantum won't move you to give in!
I am your trained dog, Fate, that you display for the people; and, when I exhibit signs of independence, you crack the whip at me.
You are cruel, Fate!
An overcast, cool morning here. It rained most of yesterday, but I suppose new strategy is in the planning stage.

(3rd, About 1:37 P.M.) Cool today, a continuation of the Weather Drame of yesterday - overcast, dreary.
Nothing has been coming down today; but I am still in shock and confusion at the reasoning for the very intensive wardrobe I have gathered around me.
Or maybe I an being encircled by Costumning forcing me to surrender to the stronger Muse.
For I am not able to withstand the bombardment of Fate! So why try?
What is in store for me?

(acerca de las 3:20 de la tarde) When I am at my main base in Childersburg, I have a regiment of literary projects, practicing, works-out, audio-visual aids, etc. Time finds it easy going, and effortlessly speeds on.
But up here in Louisville, which is mostly a vacation resort for me, I am under the influence of Mary and/or Buckles, and have left the routine behind me for a week. Therefore, Time has trouble getting footholds, and find the going rough.
The fanatic pace of Time has been downgraded to a more reasonable speed.
For, compared to my regular training week, it seems that Wednesday, the day of my arrival up here, has been so hard to shake off, and so relunctant to become just a statitic.
It just finds it hard to yield to Tuesday morning.

(4th, About 2:13 A.M.) I asked for something more routine! Here it is, around 2:13 A.M., and I am at White Castle, a hamburger joint opened all night, in downtown Louisville, Kentucky.
Saturday, February 4, 1990 - oops! 'tis Sunday!
Mary started acting wierd! She accused Buckles of a tryst with Chris, one of his former lovers. She and Buckles got into a verbal match, that was turning into a physical argument. Buckles suggested I get a motel room, in order to be spared the scene. He ever gave me $25 for the night out.
However, I have not been able to find a room - the San Antonio Inn had no singles, and a double (34 dollars) costed more than I had on me; Holiday Inn, Days Inn, Quality Inn, and Travel Lodge were elimated due to room rent.
So I will just for a while, and nap wherever I find suitable.
Tonya, Mary's daughter, came over and, in her car, took her mother to the grocery store yesterday afternoon. Did Tonya give Mary some sort of drug?
A phone number that Mary had on a piece of paper was presented to Buckles in accusation; but that number was NOT for Chris.
Buckles left the house twice after he got in, around 11:15 P.M., last night. Mary, however, failed to come to her senses.
Mary asked me not to leave, but I felt most uncomfortable in that atmosphere.
Mary is ovalating, - and I understand the periods are rough on her. However, I see no reason for the behavior she exhibited.
Recall last winter, when a very similar occurance came down. Deja vu!
It is sprinkling out there tonight, not making it convienent for my 'night out'!
I must say, Buckles is handling (or at least was) the situation cool and collectively; and it could be that the slapping is the only way to control Mary when she gets like this.
Mary was not drinking in my presence; and this bestial output began after the trip with Tonya.
A connection - or a co-incidence?

(about 2:42 A.M.) Mary said a couple of times, almost as a plead, statements relative to the fact that I wasn't staying a month.
So am I the problem?
I was hoping to avoid a dysfunctional domestic period this year, but, after all, it was the first week in March last winter when I found myself caught in the middle.
Any future visits up here to see Mary and Buckles will have to be in the middle of a month!
I am friends of both parties; and I have no idea where to place my loyalty.
Of course, I shouldn't have to!
Hace muy frio a este hor, again not helping matters for me.
If Tonya, who works in a hospital and is going for Nurse certification, is behind her mother's mental dis-unity, something must be done to keep her from the Medical world! What harm she would be able to do!

(about 8:27 A.M.) The MacDonald's downtown Louisville - and guess were I spent the night? In the utility/furnace room across from Apartment #8, of 1337 4th Street, South!
Yep, I creeped back into the 'dorm,' but stayed away from the combatants.
About four hours of independent, uninterruped repose, free of the tension across the hall from me.
I made water on the floor (cement and dirt) of the furnace room, my bed being the floor between that place and the utility closet.
It has been awhile since I did the free-style night life, but I found that I had not lost it. The warmth was appreciated.
It is cold out this morning, the wind really rampart.
Did that Wind blow a spell out the Perales household last night? It could be that unhuman behavior is caused by something in the air.
If only this tradegy could have been postponed for 3 days, I would not be in the audience.
As you recalled, last year's tornado hit three-four days before I was able to get to shelter.
I was in Louisville three weeks last time; only a week was schedued for the Perales visitation due to several reasons (the spanish classes being excellent controllers of my available time). Being that the Sam Mayer's Warehouse Sale has lost its value as a costumer, I just may not come up to Louisville much in the future. For if Mary and Buckles can't agree on a cease fire during my visit, I have no other choice than to call a mortatorium on my Louisville vacation.
For there is no reason for me to suffer the battle skirmishes.
I would leave today, if it wasn't such a hassle changing travel plans.
A celestial parade this morning - and the floats are moving by in an orderly, swift fashion.
Mary kemmed five pairs of formal pants for me yesterday; and I have been doing my spanish homework.

(acerca de 12:34 P.M.) Less than 45 hours! And I am almost out in the cold!!
When I returned to the 'house' around 10:15 A.M. - I had walked slowly and along a out-of-the-way route from McDonald's, and had visited Central Park a while - I met Buckles going in (he was also on the way in). He coldly sid to me, "Good morning, Mr. Wilson - are you going in? Well, I'm headed out!", and I entered a Horror film scene - things were spewed all around the floor, Things were broken, etc.
Mary had a black 'eye.' I could tell by Buckles' walk and contenance while still outside that something was wrong!
Fortunately my travel bag, and wardrobe shoes, bad been placed out of the way, and were spared the storm. But Mary was on the phone, in an attempt to get to Okachabee (?), Florida.
And I began to review my plans. The flight ticket states that there can be no change of travel. But maybe I should try for a departure tomorrow afternoon.

I am presently laundering the clothes I wore since Tuesday; and I will, or hope to, ship the formal wear to Alabama, including in the sent-off most of the clothes I am washing.
The day is as miserable as my situation is - cold, wet, overcast.
Do the Ninties want me to drop Mary and Buckles as friends? Things seem to be working out that way.

(5th, Acerca de 12:07 de la tarde) Dieciahe hors - than I will be out of this mess Less than 18 hours - for I will depart around 7:25 A.M. in the morning.
I shipped two boxes of 'buys,' and a pair of soiled wearing clothes (along with some socks and underwear I washed yesterday), to Alabama, from a postal branch located in a Drug Store about three blocks away, at the corner of Oak and 2nd. The freight fee was around seven dollars.
A look-back will tell you that I also sent 'stuff' from that same sub-station last winter.
It is bright and clear today, although on the cold side.
Mary has been on pills and alchol since morning.
But I just want to get the hell away!
This Louisville trip hasn't been exactly successful, and I doubt very much if I ever do it again. For I understand this situation happens every 3-4 months, and I have no idea when Cease-Fires are observed.
I don't know, and I don't care anymore, what the outcome of this 'pogram' will be.
This area of Louisville is populated by persons that shout out rude, crass comments on my physical looks; I suppose everyone will always.

(6th, Around 8:29 A.M.) A bright, somewhat cool morning.
I wait vvelo 4635 American Eagle, which sale acerca de las 8:56 de la manana, to get me away from Louisville, Kentucky - for I am at the airport, Gate 33. 4635, I suppose, is another 'Crop Duster,' But, what the hell! I will be a release from the mess with which I was an innocent victum at apartment 8, 1337 4th Street, South.
Buckles came back last night; be and Mary worked 'things' out.
Mary was drunk and loud when he arrived to rejoin the action.
The Airport bus, boarded at the corner of 1st Street, South, at Ormsby, got me to the airport, leaving that 1st Street spot around 7:46 de la manana. The fare was 60 cents (rush-hour rate).
Cirrus Gang are in the sky, but only here-and-there, most of that populace scared off by the hoodlums.
It was a successful trip in a couple of ways - Sam Meyer's is not a good, reliable source of Wardrobe anylonger (limited inventory, and high prices), and the Buckles-Mary on-going fight is scheduled such that it is hard to know when to come up for a visit.

(acerca de las 9:26 de la manana Central Time), Nashville, Tennessee. That hour that Louisville took from me was returned in mid-air. Could it be that Fate knew about the domestic battle I was to face, and kept aside 60 minutes for me to pick up when I left? I tell you, I can sure use it - for I must get back into training and wardrobe design!
Vuelo 1017 will be my final air transport on this journey; it will depart around 9:55 A.M., from Gate 25.
(It was the Emergency Door to the left of Gate 33 in Louisville that I left by).
Hace frio, pero el sol is fuerte. There are many more Cirrus Gang meeting me here in Nashville. However, the sun is not blocked out.

(acerca de 3:15 P.M.) Birmingham, Alabama. Presently I am on the second floor of the Birmingham Public Library, in the Music section.
Before coming her a few minutes ago, I spent two hours or so at the Museum of Art, on 8th Avenue, North; I could have used more time, but it is back to budgeting.
I arrived in Birmingham around 10:45 A.M., and caught a city bus, just outside the Airport 'grounds,' to downtown, for 80 cents.
The Salvation Army Thrift Store, which I 'hit' as soon as I de-bused, provided me with, in exchanged for 75 cents, a pair of white mid-calf socks, a cassette on the Spanish language, and a hardbook on dogs.
A light lunch before the museum.
It is raining outside - not much, but an air-cleanser. While I was having lunch, the heralds arrived, their powerful dance getting one and all in the spirit of things.
Time allowed me to enjoy (or suffer) my 7-day visit to Louisville - but She sure has been quick in making me try to stuff much activity into Her playful, fast-paced game.

(acerca de las diez menos dos hores de la noche) Childersburg, Alabama.
Session IV of the Special Studies Non-Credit Spanish course; and, damn! if I am finding it hard to understand the pronunciation of a native! A good deal of written Spanish I can follow, but verbally and aurally, I am illerate.
I suppose it will come.
I shaved and brushed my teeth in the first floor restroom of the Continuing Education Building, at U.A.B., completing the process just before the 5:30 'bell.'
So now, its back to work.

(acerca de las 10:17 de la noche) You know, I am nothing but a baby sitter for Mary whenever I go to Louisville and spend time with the Perales. And she was just like a little kid, wanting me to remain at her house longer so she could have a playmate.
Buckles is not her husband - he is her daddy, her caretaker!
Of course, that doesn't justify the coporeal input that he infuses into the never-ending marital mayhalm!
What the fuck! I'm just glad to be out of there!

(7th, Around 7:00 A.M.), in Childersburg, Alabama.
7 febrero 1990.
Miercoles.
For once, I have not been anxious or despondent over employment for the year coming up. In fact, this winter has produced concern about the continual high-quality of my performing service - was 1989 a fluke, or will I be able to top it in 1990?
But it's all a moot point! Today is February 7, a little over a month from the opening of most shows, and I don't have a final, definite committment with a show.
Not even Carson and Barnes Circus is breaking its neck to stake a claim on me for 1990!
It seems the more sensation I become, the more stand-offish producers become of my act. Why? I am only presenting "Clowning" as it should be, not a 'something special' phenomenon.
Why, then, am I the last to be chosen for a team? And why is it not a major concern of mine? It is as if my artistic explosion has reached such a height where it can look down on mere moral employment and see all the good and bad of it, and don't care if a show wants my company or no - for I have step where no man have stepped before.
If only I hadn't purchased the $190 collection of wardrobe! But I feel I must go through with the humiliation of peddling my services around to different potential buyers.
Sorta warm this morning, and Overcast.

(acerca de las nueve de la noche) By the way, the flying machine I rode on from Nashville, TN., to Birmingham, AL., yesterday morning hit 23000 feet most of the distance.
One of the boxes of costuming which I shipped from Louisville Monday morning arrived in the afternoon post (I sure hope carton #2 hasn't been lost, but only delayed!).
The Oklahoma Un-employment continues to send me forms to fill out; I haven't signed the Master Claim, so I really can't get into much trouble, if it turns out I received money on a disqualified claim.
I doubt if I buy any more major wardrobe entities this session - I should be able to transform what I have in stock, and recycle much. I will also be linking the present with the past.
That means something, doesn't it? Maybe the Muse will accept the offering and sacrifice!
I was a warm afternoon; and it was so nice to resume juggling practice.
Either the infrequent eating, sedentary routine, and increase in cigarette-smoking during that week in Louisville led to physical atrophy, or 40, all at once, decided to disconnect most of the cords I had running to the Power Source - for I have discovered I can't count on a coporeal job to power my body, but must put it through a daily recharge. If I had of stayed longer in Louisville, it would be awfully hard to get my conditioning back!

(8th, Around 8:20 A.M.) The second box of wardrobe arrived today; so now it's a question of getting it all to wherever I go in 1990.
I owe you all an apology, especially you, Ninties - for the name should be written Nineties. Damn! I hope I haven't made you mad, so you will turn my request for Special Favors down!
A warm day it was, but Overcast, Rain, ever-threatening, backed off.
I renewed my driver's license this morning, down at the Talladega County Tax Accessor's office located in City Hall. I am hoping that, within four years, I can be release from Childersburg, Alabama (from whence I report at present, around 8:20 A.M.), though.
Both visits to Louisville and the Buckles & Mary household, as you all know, included a rather internecine love match. And both years, the Main Event co-incided with Mary's menstual period.
Any relation? After all those years, does Mary allow Biochemistry to dictate her moods?
The only way I can tell is to visit up there for a week during the middle of a month, and avoid the final 3-4 days, the beginning 3-4 days, of two months.
By the way, the license-renewal was $15.

(9th, Around 7:22 A.M.) All dressed up, and no place to go!
It is around 7:22 A.M., on this overcast, warm morning . . .
. . . and isn't it the case with most people? Aren't the majority of persons ready with a disciplined, well-developed, atitude, by Fate chooses those less conditioned, so She can intimidate those weaker ones into becoming 'her own image'? For She wouldn't have to re-programmed, being that her Chosen Many didn't take the trouble to prepare a program to guide their career.
Here I have gotten together beautiful, 'priceless' wardrobe, with a couple of designs still to be 'addressed';
And, with a month before the 1990 Opening, I am not officially a part of any project. This situation doesn't bother me as it has in previous years, but I can't help but wonder what it takes to be able to just snap my fingers and have any job I want.
I mean, I really concentrate my attention on the presentation of my Persona; I see to it that my clowning services include juggling skills.
And am I sought after by the Power People? No! Why, I will never know. I even upgraded the image of Carson and Barnes Circus, only to be ignored by them!
Some predictament, huh?! No one will ever be able to say that I didn't pay the price for my art!

(acerca de las 7:26 de la noche) You coy Bitch!
Fate!!
I was treated as royalty before I left the Hugo Winter Quarters in November - hell! Geary Byrd was never so helpful and attentive to my needs!
The latter part of the 1989 season was mind-boggling in the respect and encouagement laid on me to entice my return in 1990.
I actually believed it was all sincere!
But Fate, the Slut that she is, refuses to allow me to connect with Security in my job possession! For I was hoping I would not have to become anxious over a next project!
Here it is, though, almost the middle of February, and no one has offered me a position for the upcoming season!
Have it your way, Whore! I will just have to try and obtain a clownship with any outfit I can!
Why in the hell! do you do this to me? Don't I pay extra-special attention to you?
Are You worth it? There are zillion of other Women who would not tease me, and who would be happy for my attention!
One of these days, Fate, I'm going to become fed up, and drop you like a hot potato! And then where will you be?
Where will I be? Who needs who more in this partnership?
That's the rub - Fate knows I depend on her for my existence, so she plays her silly games all the more.
The Bitch!
I made short sleeves out of two ruffled shirts this morning on Joyce's sewing machine - my first attempt at house husbandty for Mime! It required most of the morning - the needle kept losing the thread, and David, who studies Home Economics at school (out today due to a Teacher in-service meeting), had to rethread it for me - but I came up with o'kay hems, being that the shirts will be worn under 'tails.'
I also sewed up a pair of shiny purple pants.
See, Fate, nothing is too good for you! So please ease up on the teasing. It makes me feel so bad!
There is a parade up in the Heavens - the Clouds are passing in Review before General Moon. I am not especially fond of parades, but this one I love!
Clouds are rushing by so fast that the wind generated can be felt. (Or is the Wind driving the Clouds to frenjy?) It is wonderful to watch and be a part of the Review, but will the Wind intensify the frenjy?
It is warm outside, and has been all day. Rain was inspected earlier - the examination lasted 6-7 hours.
Damn! if I know what to make of my relationship to Fate!

(10th, About 8:47 A.M.) The General didn't like what He saw last night - His anger was expressed with fierce ligntning, loud thunder, heavy blows from His assistant Wind, and a barrage from Rain.
The electricity wa asked to leave early this morning.
The temper tantrum was horrible!
Or was it the all-night party that Clouds had? Was it the loud music heard? Did the dancing fever disturb our peace? Did the Cumulus and the Cloud Nine have a light show?
And was the power here on earth diverted for the amusement of the Heavenly Host?
All is quiet now, but what a bash it must have been! Being use to the whims of Other Worldly goings-on, I was not disturbed in my slumber. Hell! those neighbors are always partying!
But, alas! the festivities apparently began afresh - for the lights go off-and-on!
Nothing anyone can do - if those Celestial Brats want to 'get down' they will without caring about us lower creatures.
Which is what Humans do in Nature - we call ourselves the Superior Beins, and use the forest, rivers, etc., for our pleasure and 'benefit,' and don't give a damn! about the creatures 'below' us.
I suppose its all a fair bargin - after all, we do asked for, and deserve the treatment of Nature.
Hace rather warm, and still wet.
I put myself through a barre/work-out earlier; I must keep myself sexy and ready for Fate, whenever that Slut decides to come home to me.

(about 11:34 A.M.) So great that I didn't sell any of my 'tails' last season! I figured I could always replace the colorful ones with a visit to the Sam Meyer's Warehouse Sale.
But Sam Meyer's, as we all know, didn't have an inventory of different hue coats. The formal wear I did purchase is very fancy.
It may be that, far from being a disappointment, 'a rip-off' this year, my appearance is designed by Fate after all!

(acerca de las 12:09 de la tarde) Could it be that the 1989 'finds' at the Warehouse Clearance Sale of Sam Meyer's Formal Wear in Louisville, Kentucky, served as a stimulation for greater wardrobe? For I am beginning to construct costumes.
Maybe Fate, instead of being a Coy Whore, is out to make me the best husband possible, manipulating events so I will come to Her more lovingly?
I wonder . . .

(acerca de las 3:24 de la tarde)
Some vengence!
Some party!
A lot of trees are passed out in a drunken stupor; many, unmindful or uncaring where there are, fell on houses.
Several roads were chosen by the Merry Makers as beds; however the Frees chose to lay across the bed, not on the same plane as it.
LA TRAVIOTA is the offering of the Metropolitan Opera this afternoon, coming to Childersburg curtesey of Texac, and Public Radio.
For a few minutes this afternoon, Counslors paid calls on the revellers; but that Bright Crowd were turned away.
Just because I had your name spelled incorrectly for so long, doesn't mean, Nineties, the you have to beat me around. The indecision as to my 1990 Artistic Project is traumatic. And to think I am subjected to this every year!
No wonder I had to get away from the torture 4-5 years!!

(acerca de las 6:24 de la noche) All of the Party Animals are back on their jobs, doing their normal mundune task - the Wind is pretty much just patroling, the Clouds are behind their desk, the Stars occupy their assigned positions.
Moon, after hanging around full and bright for 3-4 nights, is off for the next 3 weeks or so.
The celestial stage is exceptionally dramatic, and is putting out the first knick-ass show is quite a while.
Now its time for Fate to ease up on the Mind-games, and let me in on Her secrets, as they pertain to me in 1990.

(11th, About 6:28 A.M.) We all know how I make wardrobe purchases (the Sam Meyer's selection, the Bartok gloves at the Circus Festival) - I buy with my heart, not my head. I become so excited to be gathering 'stuff' for my Clown services; the 'finds' means I am being 'sanctioned' to put out Mime by the Muse.
A show like Allen Brothers, which pays well, but no sleeper is available, and one is on one's on as far as meals are concerned, would inspire and allow me to by a small trailer. But would I get myself in a bad fix by opting for a vehicle that is a lemon, one that is totally inappropiatte for my needs, but one which I bought out of haste, because a salesman talked of my artistic output and fed my ego?
However, I must take the chance!
I was told about Allen Bros,, in Sarasota, by a former full-time Clown, and presently semi-Pro, Fred; at the time Fred had the idea Flip and I could team up. So of course I didn't pursue the issue.
But as a sole, I just might look into that small outfit. Great American didn't contact me, Carson and Barnes is betraying me;
and at this time of my life I don't care if I work a small show, a large show, a school show, a tent show, or what.
It is cold this morning; Sun is still scared to visit, unsure of its reception by the Party Beast of Saturday morning. But the confidence is coming.

(acerca de las 6:47 de la noche) What a gallant effort to make-up! And it is working!!
The sky in clear, allowing the Major Players to exhibit Their talents without interference.
I accept Your apology, Elements! For it was a beautiful bright warm afternoon. I was allowed practice. That, on top of the concentrated barre/work-out this morning (plies, developes, leg stretches, etc.) has my Muscalture speaking out.
You know, Peer association is an important didectic stimulus, probably more so than familial guidance. A relationship with the right crowd can land one in a good college, can connect one with an attractive career - which in turn invites money, 'success,' etc.
Of course, parental influence is of paramount importance. But one can get along in life better if he/she becomes a part of the appropiate group.
How bad, though, if a person never makes it with Peers, or receives bad advice from those one have choosen as Helpmates along the bumpy, thorny path of Existence? And, to make matters worse, what if parental input is weak and/or of no help, nay a hindrance for smooth 'sailing'?
It is so difficult to attack the Monster of Life along and unsupported!
In retrospect, I became involved with persons who, themselves crippled by the 'trek,' held me back, and had me almost miss the trail mapped out for my choosen Challenge to Life. And now I am having to backtrack to find that path. The energy expounded should be directed on hiking that road, not wasting in seaching for it!
Parental assistance - I need not even go into that!
It could have been such a wonderful walk through the woods, if I could have managed to avoid the creatures! And this was of my own doing - I just had to disturb the lairs, dens, and nests of the Varmits!
I am determined to walk the trail as far as I can - and this apparently means forgetting social contacts of any kind, and family associations dropped.
So be it! Damn! if I had had the strength to go the entire distance by myself - at least after being shown the way at the start - I would be a hell of a lot nearer the treasure now!
And I wouldn't have to Prostitute myself with Fate! I should have taken charge of my own career from the beginning.
But I chose a Thing that was (and still is) bigger than me - and I never met anyone who could be a tactical advisor.
So here I am, unable to make much progress against the Dragon - though enjoying the hell out of the fight!

(12th, Around 6:35 P.M.) It was so beautiful today I just wanted to die! And I did!!
Change the 'i' to 'y',' if you will -
- and I dyed today. One of the pairs of formal white pants are now light red; the ruffled short-sleeved white shirt is grey (I was trying for black, but just couldn't get it!); and a pair and a half of white gloves transformed into gold.
A great day's work!
It is around 6:35 P.M., and the sky is most clear, allowing for a terrific view of Orion, Sirius, Cassiopeia, Pegasus, and all the gang.
The Sun was so bright, the air was so very Spring-like, Winter seems to be loosing Its grip on the year.
But will It secure a good hold later? Will It horn in on Spring's territory, say, in April?
One thing, though - I am able to accomplish much, with this co-operative Climate.
As if I needed it.
For I have yet to officially tie up with Carson and Barnes, or any show, for 1990.
Is all this wardrobe-gathering in vain? For if I lay out this season, I really doubt if the momentum will be there in 1991.
A month (four weeks) I am to be in Hugo if I am with Carson and Barnes again. Is the management of that show attempting to sweat me out, in order to humble me into a cheap clownship?
I am just as determined to hold out for the advantageous hand. Hopefully, I can call their bluff.
One thing, though - uncertainly and confusion guarantee my enthusiasm and appreciation while presenting my act. I am so tickled fot the priviledge, and work hard to prove myself, trying, in the process, to get other producers/show owners and whatnot, that I would be great for their show.
Has the post misplaced the official invitation for the 1990 season?
I'm getting desperate and humble - Fate is having Her way!

(13th, Acerca de las 9:25 de la noche), and a clear, beautiful night. However, Clouds are moving in, and will most likely cause trouble again for the next 4-5 days.
Spring stole the afternoon from Winter once more, including an early arrival of March Winds.
School tonight - Class #5.
I was able to suffer a barre/work-out early this morning (around 8:30 A.M.) since Mama went with Joyce to witness David's induction into the Junior Beta Club. That muscular outlay, and the practice, was invigorating, for sure, but also demanding.
But, damn! that wind!
I am trying to cover up some paint spots on a purple ruffled shirt (I transfered it into a short-sleeve last week.), which I begged off one of the Flying Ibarras last season, with black dye. The white alien is now grey, and can't be seen so harshly; but I may try for more camouflage.
Still no word from Hugo! How long will I be able to wait? I am putting the finishing touches on my wardrobe and juggling - but is it enough to convince Fate I am deserving of notice?

(14th, About 8:50 P.M.) And another beautiful warm day, although the Sun was laxed in It's duty, engaging in sporadic sleep, leaving the controls free for periods of time.
The Celestial Theatre continues the critically-acclaimed 'run.' The 'players' are not used to a Warm-Air stage, and their performances are very intense.
I don't need Hugo's support in order to arrange a kicker Wardrobe - in spite of the fact that I unhooked for the Fishing Season coming up, my connubial contributions are increasing.
Let me back-up for a while - Remember the Monday of my Louisville stay (February 5)? Mary had swallowed a large quanity of pills, as a result of depression, and the spat with Buckles.
Well, I held Mary for a while, in order to keep her awake, and sitting up. And I tried an experiment - I positioned my hands such that I would make contact with Mary's breasts. I did cope a partial feel, but, either because Mary is sisterly, or too unappealing, I was sickened by the prospect.
I don't find Mary sexy. She is a broken down woman, who I don't want to get close to, except as a now-and-then friend.
Hoy es dia de Valentine.

(15th, About 7:31 P.M.) It has started again! Rain is doing the pounding at the moment (about 7:31 P.M.). But Wind gave us a merciless beating this afternoon.
It is Thursday, February 15, 1990, and this weekend could be a deja vu of last Saturday. Apparently the /Storm Troopers received such high marks that they are considering repeating - holding over - the Drama of February 10, 1990. By Populaar Demand, this area may get to see the Stars go through their paces once more.
Childersburg, Alabama; and it was a warm day.
Two 'tails' - black, and white - and a white Formal vest were given the royal treatment at Taylor's Cleaners, downtown Childersburg, and, for a ransom of $9.25, were released from prison.
But the white 'tails' had to serve as a guinea pig - I made it bathe in scarlet red dye all day - the gaarmet is being dried, and, hopefully, the return-to-normal will even out the pinkish 'tan' it acquired.
I also pinked a formerly white bow tie, and attempted to blacken the back of a sequel-emblem, which didn't accept the hue, which I will sew onto the back of the black 'tails.'
Funny how the Meterology is as confusing and upset as I am with my future prospects for work.
Or is it the other way round? Is the weather controlling my spiritual state?

(16th, About 7:27 A.M.) Must have been an extremely important person that died somewhere in the Cosmos; for the 2100 gun salute started late last night, and is still going, this Friday, February 16, 1990.
Childersburg, Alabama, has received a Standing Room Only crowd of Rain - many streets in the area are seeing duty as carpets for the Wet Ones.
The Light Show for the Commemoration has and is spectacular, and robbed Night of It's usual Sun-inhibiting job. Tor Night was unable to present an Agent of Light from challenging him. (continued)




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