Phillip Wilson

Amazingly, I survived my Life
2011-09-21 00:00:03 (UTC)

1990 REVIEW (PART THREE)

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

And Night lost the altercation.
It is Spring-like warm this morning - so maybe this Meterological Temper Tantum is Old Man Winter showing his wrath at the presumptiveness of Spring in taking over the Controls a month before the scheduled Changing of the Guards.
Old Man Winter wants to prove that He still has strength to carry off His expected service.
O'kay Winter - we believe you! So calm down, how 'bout it?

(about 8:17 P.M.) Well . . .?!
Well, the Celebration finally ended - or at least recessed for a while - around 1:00 P.M. Air remained warm, but Clouds were still in the process of leaving for a return home, come the departure of Sun. Due to the large quanity of people, the exodus continues, cancelling the Celestial Theatre.
I an in the process of attacking the sequenced 'Eagle,' which I purchased from Joanne Pinson when I was at the Sarasota Circus Festival, to the back of a black 'tails.'
Won't it be something if I am overlooked by the 1990 season? After having invested all this money and time into a new and improved image?
Is that the only control Muse will allow me over my 'career'?
Maybe that is the reason I have a tendency of 'falling' for any and all vendors of Related Wardrobe that catches my eye - I an making a futile attempt at gaining some input into this mess I have got myself into!
Every year I try to break into the Control Booth, and every year I am shown the Power and Fury of Mime. Will I never wise up, and leave Mime to Herself, freeing myself from this Horror?

17-19 February (Saturday-Monday), Childersburg, Al.

(17th, About 10:04 P.M.) And I actually though I was getting some say so over my career! I should have known better before I grew to enjoy the, what I was becoming used to, independence!
I should have realized that never will Mime allow me to take a step forward without Her!
This morning, around 9:45, I called the office at the Hugo, OK, Winter Quarters. I talked with Jim Judkins. Maybe it was too early for him, but I was not given a heavy Welcome Back reception. It was like, Oh, well, it's you, huh! And? You coming back for the 1990 season? And what else is new?
I was hoping I would find myself in the atmosphere that was a logical result of the status I was getting to believe I had finally rated due to '89's strong popularity with the Public, and I would easily get the raise I feel I deserve.
And I was hoping Geary Byrd would discuss that 360-degree Rockin' Music Man.
But Jim told me it was assumed I would be back, and then started in on a discussion of 'polite' talk! That Carson and Barnes know that it has me, that it is about the only show that would offer me a regular Clownship, in humiliating! My Ego smarts. My Meglomania didn't command apecial attention from the stable owners.
Mime IS just a job, after all! It is not a pill for an insecurity complex! In fact, the Ego takes a beating in this beating!
Don't allow me to cling to 'Clowning' as a couterbalance to emotional instability as Flip is!
But what really hurts is that I am not the Big Fish that I thought I was! Hell! I still must accept the leftovers, and not an invatation to a special banquet.
That I can't break loose from the strings of Fate is flustrating, and led to the confusion and depression I had to cope with today.
By the way, Opening is March 24, not the 17th I had been told.
Damn! I am expecting this clowning service to be a means to Fame, Glory, and, shit, it is just a job! I won't get special treatment, not by only creating a classy reputation for Carson and Barnes!
We all CAN be replaced - and I have been trying to show that wasn't so!
Who do I think I am!? And if I can't live with the cruelties of the Entertainment Business, I should get out of it! A week-end soldier would serve my needs!
I was a sunny, clear, but cool day. The Coolish Air was of a different clase of visitor than had come to the 'house' the past week or so.
Sewing is becoming a new source of Emotional stablizer - I an working on making a vest, and the hand work-out is having a smoothing effect on the bruised Ego. It is helping me to remember the fact that it's the job, not the rank that is important. Commercially I am at the highest peak I will ever reach - non-acceptance of this fact will not change it.
My Persona is offended that I am not satisfied with the yearly growth in intensity. It shows, but is mostly concerned with my own self-aggrandisement.
And the Persona could care less about that! It went crying to Muse - and the business-like, cold response from Jim Judkins was my punishment.
So I can't tell what the Nineties may have in store for me! Obviously, it isn't exterior mobility; but does the plan include some type of abstract, Character discovery?

Must I sacrifice Money for Deepness?
And isn't that an amateurish approach to this business? If fact, isn't the accumulation of a fancy wardrobe, the hours spent on sewing, on practice, etc., more akin to non-professions, rather than a full-time soldier in the Army? All I need do is don a make-up, wear any old rags, move any old way, and I wuld do just as good as I am now. Hell, I see so many like this connecting with the money.
There is no reason why I shouldn't be able to attract the Rewards of the Pocketbook!
I haven't been able to practice in two days (which doesn't make a difference to a profession Clown, just to a Game Player like me!).
The pressure of trying to work on Spanish around an hour each day is rough; but I have a lot of money and time invested in this, I had figured, worthwhile activity, and I want to get the most from it.
But in this, too, I deceived myself - knowing Spanish will only be that, familiarity with a second tongue, and not the cerebral excercise I thought my brain and body control could use.
All this - the training, the study, the music practice, etc. - what is it all for? I could do just as well laying around, drinking, being a T.V. addict, not reading, or doing any of the self-development nonsence I put myself through.
Maybe I'm a Manic-Depressive, but I seem to be at a low point on the Roller Coaster ride. But that low point is, apparently, Reality, and one always comes upon it again and again. The 'fall' is that much scary the higher the track takes one.
And 1989 really took me for a ride!
Are all these climbs necessary when, given the way things are, one has to pass the low mark? Wouldn't it be better if one only rode the less undulating Roller Coaster, where the flat portion isn't much of a fall?

(18th, Around 6:39 A.M.) No one forced me to go on this discounted Formal Wear buying spree, or engaged in a sewing campaign! So it's a little childisn and amateurish to get upset over a 'blocked' career, isn't it?
Good Morning. It is around 6:39 A.M., on a Sunday, February 18, 1990; and Winter has returned to duty for a chance.
I was trying to convince Fate I deserve Special Care and Placement, since I have been devoting so much time to my act.
But it doesn't work that way. Comerical Reality is more Powerful than Muse, and so restricts what Muse can do for me.
Besides Mime isn't the type to be impressed with Outer Glamour; and I have yet to discover what impesses Her!
Childersburg, Alabama, and I still hope for a Cruise job; these four-weeks I have before the Carson and Barnes season begins will allow me time for Work Search. Carson and Barnes is, as always, a safety valve as protection against the caprious and limited opportunities of the Mime Business. Unfortunately I have always had to rely on Carson and Barnes for employment; and the Management of that show knows it.
Therefore, are the C & B Power-that-are, appreciative of my service, or condescending and sub-human because of this situation, knowing full-well I will have to return to them, no one else offering me a position?
My 2-pennies less thaa $200 income tax refund arrived yesterday afternoon. I hopeI can begin the Nineties fiscal period with a 'grand' in my banking account, and that $199.98 will help make-up for the manical monetary outlay of this winter.

(acerca da 5:46 P.M.) Damn! il felt so good to get back to practice! Even if it was only two short periods!
And this morning I did a barre/work-out!
But why do I do it? Is it really moving my career forward? Why waste the time and the energy preparing my body and establishing discipline? Hell! all those out there claining connection with the Muse, and making money from being fakes and Anti-Christs!
So am I a year nearer getting out ofthe Business? I will always be a Mime - for trees, the birds, etc. -but I am under used by the Comerical establishment.
But, until I discover other spiritual training activities, the physical discipline is wonderful.
Rain came down with a steady rhythum, Continuing to clean-up after the party of late last week. The air was comfortably cool.
Obviously, Clouds crowded the sky, forcing Rain from the area. We really didn't mind the gentler cousin of Storm Trooper.
It's about time that I stay around a family enviroment - hopefully, by the time David and/or Leslie have kids, I will turn the focus of my life to grandniece-grandnephew tending.
That is, if I stay on this path that long. I am getting tired of the same old scenery.
Maybe the road away from this Life is more stimulating.

(19th, About 11:22 A.M.) Methinks I have connected with Mime as a job, and not as some psycho-therapy; maybe this is what the Nineties had in mind for me. And if I resent Mime for becoming a job, than I should get out.
This new relationship with Mime should have occurred years ago - for no career can withstand the Infantile Bombardment of a Just-For-Play approach.
Did I really expect that Arrival wouldn't be followed by this new 'situation'? One can't have one without the other.
And I have a feeling the next phase of my career will be more exciting than the non-work era!
A raw, lousy day - overcast, dreary, cold. Rain threatens.
After a 3-day depression spell, I am back with the enthusiasm and anxiousness for the 1990 season. I an concerned and insecure over the fact that I may no be able to top the Incredible 1989. But, so what if I don't?! As a job, working is more important than fulfilling some Childish design.
And I do have a job for 1990 - and nothing else matters.

(acerca de las 7:33 de la noche) I keep discovering soccal and political events that occurred in the '70's, and even the late-'60's - how could I have been alived and so unaware of what was going on around me? And did no one care enough to awake me? Not being familiar with events of, say 1663, is understandable - for I wasn't alive, and have nothing to relate to that time.
But I was in college during the early-'70's; and somehow missed everthing coming down (even much of Viet Nam) around me!
Who is responsible?
Rather cool it is outside, one reason being the fault of the Climateeer - the lid was dropped over us, and this passing-through Band of Renegades and Hermits were trapped, their Gear and Smell affecting us.
I am excited about this new phase of my career, and look forward to servicing it!

20-21 February (Tuesday-Wednesday), Childersburg/Birmingham, AL

(20th, About 6:14 A.M.) What! School Day again! I try for a lesson a day, but somehow the Tuesday-to-Tuesday gets shorter, giving me a run for my money.
For I have lots of it invested in ths pursuit! And, damnit! I am trying to absorb as much as I can via books - for travels through Texas and the Desert Southwest begins in four weeks or so, and I want to be able to 'pick-up' as much as I can.
Something won't allow my Marriage to Mime to die. Why else have I turned my professional situation - the inability to secure work outside Carson and Barnes; the flustration of having to contact them, and not be beseiged by their importuning; etc. - into sunshine, a challenge for my services? Am I that henpecked by the Muse, that I will accept any and all perfidy and infidelity, and defend the humiliating actions with any old excuse? When will I ever realized that my Wife is a fat, old Slut, who uses me to fulfill her need for control, and doesn't deserve my complete devotion?
What will convince me of my error? For something will eventually?
An off-day for Overcast, Inc.; it looks clear and cool out this morning.

(about 2:00 P.M.) 1112 South 11th Avenue
Birmingham, Alabama
Near the 14th hour
Sunny, high-50 degrees (F)
The Office of Dr. Buck an Oral Surgeon. Joyce had to travel up to the Magic City to have a tooth cut-out.
She went to Ivan Smith, a dentist in Childersburg, this morning, because of a ''absessed' tooth; Dr. Smith, the former mayor of Childersburg, recommended this dentist, and had made an appointment for her.
In the event Joyce is still drogy from the effects of the anesthsea (sleeping 'gas'), I will drive back to Childersburg, hopefully in time to come back up to Birmingham with Leslie for our schooling this evening.
For I didn't bring my book or the bag for the time I will be on another outing (scheduled first - 2-3 days at the Holts the Younger out in East Lake; and from there, who knows.).
It would have been a great day for dying, but . . .
. . .well, maybe the weather will allow me to fix up my wardrobe whenever I make the temporary cessation of my travels in Childersburg.

(3:30 P.M.) Childersburg, Alabama -
- for about 45 more minutes. I drove Joyce's new 1987 car from the dentist office, - she had only received a 'local' deadenig agent- and it was only around a 20-miute procedure - but I was asked to drive anyway. And I sped! What the hell!
Of course, I was sorta nervous, driving an unfamiliar vehicle in Birmingham traffic.
But it sure is a beautiful afternoon!

(21st, About 6:54 A.M.), the South East Lake section. As soon as I got downstair in the Continuing Education Building after my class last night, (around 7:40 P.M.), Steve, Mary, Jesse, and Martin were all just pulling in. It was a lovely night, even if it was cool.

(7:04 A.M.) It was funny - yesterday Vincenta, my 'teach,' pulled a hanging map - the kind that rolls down from a tube - to have it get back into its casing. In the process it went up fast, and banged 'home.'
I had anticipated what was happen.

(10:59 A.M.) Anyway, I acted that the noise of the map made me have an accident with a can coke I had purchased in the lobby; and the liquid spilled over my book, and across the table. I wiped the coke up with my yellow-and-black ski cap - but Vincena banded me a tissue in order to clean the desk.
It worked - I claimed the teacher's attention! I mean, someone my age seeking approval from a Course instructor!
I really didn't mean to react to the banging map as intense as I did - I hadn't planned on so much coke coming out. But it did!

(12:12 P.M.) That wind is cold outside! The sky is overcasted, the Air not being allowed contact with the warming Sun.
Nothing besides talking and visiting have I been doing since I was picked-up last night by the Holts the Younger.

(8:38 P.M.) Damn! if I didn't forget about it! My Sunday in Louisville, when Mary was on her drinking spree, and spent all the money she could find on Drink, I hid a ten-dollar bill in my wallet, in order for me to have some cash for possible emergency.
It wasn't until just a while ago, in checking out my wallet, that I came upon it.
Well, Well, Well! . . . So now I can eat breakfast downtown in the morning without having to withdraw a wad from my Checking Account.
Steve and I visit the Birmingham Museun of Art this afternoon, and I was able to have a more detailed 'meeting' with the two special exhibits - pictures of Black Women, and a reproduction of a 21000 year old corpse, Lady Dai, from China - that was possible two weeks (?) ago.
As we all know, my body requires a lot of food to run properly; ironicly, with Mary Holt a dietictian, my intake of vitals, everytime I visit these Holts, is mucho scantly. It cuts into my enjoyment of the visit up here.
It never did improve in the weather department; in fact, rain was backing Cold and Wind up when we came out of the Museum around 2:50 P.M. The Sun made an eager, gallant attempt at a Cameo appearance, but cancelled at the last minute.

22 February (Thursday), Birmingham/Childersburg, AL

(Around 9:34 A.M.) With the deposit of the $199.98 Income tax refund check, I have $1515.26, in my checking account.
Good Morning; it's around 9:34 A.M., and I am here in the Popular Reading Room of the Birmingham Public Library, the first floor, in Birmingham, Al. On this Thursday, February 22, 1990, it is another dreary, overcast day.
Rain Storm took the chance early this morning (before 5:00 A.M.) to exercixe it's option; there remains marks and traces of It's workings.
Mary and Martin dropped me off at the corner of 85th Street and 1st Avenue, North; and I purchased a pack of cheap Montclair cigarettes before settling down for the breakfast special (2 Eggs and Cheese on bun) and small tea (tolal - around $1.65).
Then a City Bus (80 cents) got me downtown around 8:40 A.M.; I checked on some travel information at the Bus Station, then walked around until the 9:00 A.M. opening of the Main Branch (20th St., North) of AM South Bank.
And now I am here. So stay turn for more insights into a 'Day of Phillip, the Bum.'

(5:00 P.M.) The Alabama Pops Concert that I was hoping to catch today is being held at Sardis Baptist Church, out pass Birmingham-Southern College - the performances tomorrow night and Saturday night will, however, be at the Civic Center Hall.
Also this weekend the State of Alabama Ballet puts on a show.
I am here, back in Childersburg. A round-trip from Birmingham to Childersburg by bus is only $11.40, so I figure I may go back up to Birmingham Saturday afternoon for the Ballet attendence.
(I want to be half-way decent, and relaxed, for the High-Brow event! Besides, the lowest priced ticket is only $10.).
Meyer Plantatarium, out at Birmingham-Southern College, only offers Public Showings on the week-ends.
So again, I had to adjust my plans according to circumstances.
The Salvation Army Thrift Store had nothing that I really needed - hell! it's going to be all I can do to get the wardrobe I have accumated this winter out to Hugo, as it is! without adding any thing else, until I get settled in for the season, and find parts at Thrift Stores.
3:25 P.M. - Bus depart the Greyhound Station for Childersburg.
4:38 P.M. (approx) - Leslie, heading home, picked me up.
I went to the Amtrak Station around 1:00 P.M., hoping I could get a train for Tuscaloosa, but the train for that city leaves 11:15 A.M., every morning.
(Maybe I can get in a Tuscaloosa YMCA-swimming pool visit - wearing a bikini - before I leave for the Road.).
How things do work out strangely!

(acerca de las 8:28 P.M.) Early this afternoon - No! it was this morning - when I was walking to the Salvation Army Thrift Store from the library (I was only half-way to 8th Avenue, North, on the sidewalk, same side as library, that trims 21st Street), when, as I was under an arial cross-walk, a clean cut man passed me and said, Phillip Wilson?.
And it was Eskin Mathis. I would not have recognized him in a million years!
(Eskin's younger brother, Paul, was a high school classmate).
Eskin is a lawyer, a yuppi.
I told him my job, and we discussed my ability to travel.
I don't suppose I have changed from my high school days - with the exception of hair loss, that is!
I am not use to conversing with yuppis, so you can imagine how 'thrown' I was!
I withdrew $50 from my account.
Mary Holt has really become a very attractive and appealing woman! It was very hard to look at her as only a great friend. If Steve wasn't such a great friend, I would make a play for the lovely Mary. But, in keeping with my luck, things like that will never be mine.

23 February (Friday), Childersburg, Al.

(About 11:05 A.M.) A cool, windy, partly-cloudy day - Numbocumulus surrounds us.
I will definitely attend the ballet this weekend.
The Sun is still alive! It got through the cover, but Nimbocumulus closed ranks and isn't allowing Shine to rescue us.
Clouds have an embargo on The Sun.
A Blockade is in place.
Sun keeps finding holes in which to shoot it's Yellowness through. And that forces Clouds to re-shift.
'Round; and around we go!

(acerca de las 9:07 de la noche) It rained early this afternoon.
And it has stayed cold!
In fact, at present, it is hovering around the upper middle-30 degrees (F.).
By the way, I cover-to-covered the entire "The Incredible Machine," National Geographic's book on anatomy and physiology. A most helpful reference!

(about 9:20 P.M.) I am investigating the syntax and tenses of Spanish; it is very confusing, and I could easily become flustrated -
if I didn't recall that last year at this time I was ignorant of even the simplest of Spanish grammer.
Sure, Spanish is hard! But give it time, and many roadblocks will come crumbling down due to the steady, albeit weak, pressure exerted.
As with anything.
If one is not willing and prepared to commit oneself to a project for a lifetime, be it juggling, music, writing, etc., that how can one expect a loving, compatible marriage?

24-28 February (Saturday-Wednesday), Childersburg/Birmingham, Al.

(24th, About 2:16 P.M.) A bright, clear, windy, cool day in Childersburg, Al. I will be leaving for a ballet night in Birmingham in about an hour.
Many, MANY! things my childhood never connected with. These past 10-15 years have been focused on trying to regain my 'youth.' I have done a pretty fair job.
"Black Beauty," a book about a horse by Anna Sewell, has been waiting in line, patiently, for me to finally choose it, and allow it to reveal it's treasure to me, and demonstrate it's talent.
Well, this morning, I figure I would select "Black Beauty," seeing that it has been in line for a long time.
Will my compassion pay off?

(25th, Around 11:57 A.M.) Leave Them alone,
And They'll come home -
I don't know if I told you or not, but 8,9, whatever, weeks ago, while practicing 4-ball bounce in the basement, one of the balls went in 'hiding.'
Well, earlier I found the Yellow son of a bitch! It was cowered down behind the refreigorator, underneath the work table.
I suppose it was tired of having the shit bounced out of It!
And It's Yellow brother led me to It! While practicing this morning, the yellow ball got away from me, and snicked on the fugitive.
I knew I would eventually find the hide-out, but I wasn't expecting the Twin Brotyer to turn State's Evidence!
Sunday, February 25, 1990, Childersburg, Alabama.
Time - around 11:57 A.M.
Solar Status - Bright and intense. The sky is clear.
However, Winter is back with the vengence I predicted - for it is only around 40 degrees (F.).
And that is a tale I will save for later!

(acerca de la 5:10 de la noche) A very impressive trio of dance works Saturday night (7:30, Civic Center Theatre, the State of Alabama Ballet "Concerto Barocio," a piece by George Balanchine, "Josephine," an original ballet by resident choregrapher Thor Sutowski (the best of the three), an "Sleeping" Act III, choreography Marcus Petipa.
I had seat 306, Row 5, Section A. Not a bad viewing area!
Ten dollars cost me the Ballet, not including eats before and after.
But ten hours were also extracted from me! For I couldn't get bus transportation out of Birmingham until 8:15 A.M. this morning.
The Board at the terminal list a 11:15 P.M., departure to Columbus, Georgia, that goes through Childersburg. But I was told by the ticket agent that the next bus out was 8:15 A.M.
Oh, well!
I visited the Public Library for about an hour and a half (it was around 4:20 P.M., when I got to Downtown Birmingham).
Around 5:55 P.M. (library closes at 6:00) I returned to the Bus Station, and Burger King.
About 6:25 P.M., I headed for the Civic Center. Walking around in search of the ticket booth, I discovered I had passed within sight of the ticket windows, if only I had looked with open eyes.
It was cold last night.
By 9:30 P.M., the Ballet was over. So my vigil began.
I read some of "Black Beauty."
I dozed off-and-on.
I thought.
I purchased a round-trip ticket to Childersburg.
One of those memorable happenings took place this morning during the ride from Birmingham.
I napped on the bus, and awoke with a start as the Greyhound was crossing the Coosa River bridge.
I paniced, for I had to tell the driver where to deposit me, being that there is no station in Childersburg.
I couldn't find my bag!
I walked the aisle in search for it.
I got on my knees and looked under the seats.
And a peek into the overhead rack didn't reveal anything!
I guess I left the God damn bag back at the fuckin' station! I was already to report the situation to the driver;
and then -
I remembered.
I DIDN'T HAVE A BAG!
For I was only partially in the Waking World, and must of brought forth a Drean Element.
I wonder what my fellow passengers thought about my ravings! And were my mumblings adible?
I did a barre/work-out soon after arriving at my Fifth Avenue base; and it was a mediocre one. For I wasn't in too much shape to get into Dance.
I did practice today; and I will be concentrating on a 4-ball right-to-left Fountain (Circle) until that trick comes over to my side. And it may not be long - I can throw one cycle 3 out of 5 times.
5-ball is the planned project for the road-trip work-out.
4-ball Fountain is one more than 3-ball.
Hey! I'm not getting smart! But one must discover how to add that extra ball.
And, by following test procedures, one will soon get it down.
The air let up a little - but Cold held us at gunpoint this day, and at present (around 5:52 P.M.) is trigger itchy.

(26th, acerca de las 6:16 de la manana) The Early Show features the #2 Cast - Ursa Major, Leo, etc. And it is so nice to have them appear in the more accessible performance.
I went outside around 7:53 P.M., last night; and was rewarded with a clear sky. It was beartiful!
As spectacular the Ballet was Saturday night, the Stare Dance is even lovelier?
Lunes, veinteseis febrero 1990. Son acerca de las 6:16 de la manana. Hace frio y sin nubes.

(acerca de las 5:22 de la tarde) A beautiful late morning and early afternoon (temperature around 60 degrees F) made it possible to make a try at 'pinkizing' a white vest; and, though only partially dried, I have a dark-pink vest.
The Sun, having settled the dis-agreement between Winter and Spring, made each side give in a little - Winter was able to kick-in Cool Weather, and Spring hung out the Sun (which went a long way at squelching Winter's input).
The resulting Clear day was a brilliant piece of mediation. Keep it up!
It may be late in the year - most shows hit the road in 3-4 weeks - but I will still try to interest an outfit, other than Carson and Barnes Circus, in my services. I just can't accept the way Hugo is ignoring me, after I brought the show so much good publicity last year. They expect 'professionalism,' but the Clowns are treated as worthless workers. Many are - but moi? I want more than that.

(27th, About 6:05 A.M.) A cold, foggy early morning, about 6:05 A.M., on this Tuesday, February 27, 1990.
Will the Cease Fire continue?
Childersburg, Alabama this part of today, but it is Closing Day for the Spanish Course-Special Studies Non-credit, so I will be heading for Birmingham later this afternoon.

(acerca de las 6:52 de la manana) If I may be allowed to carry forth with an idea that drummer Art Blakey featured on a Public Television program last night (10:00-11:00 P.M. Channel 10) about his band Jazz Messengers:
There are talents scattered aroud the space that surrounds us all. As with molecular science, many reaction results from the accidental meeting of two or more molecules. Sometimes these unions are very benefitial.
People are innocent victums of bombardment of air-borne Falents - some, while young, are struck; some at a later stage of life.
Music embeds in a few, sculpture in others; writing, teaching, medicine, etc., in still others.
I was minding my own business, when one day - I've no idea when! - I collided with a Mime Virus. And so I have finally had to seek cure by working the Sickness out.
When will I be cured?
So is there something in the air that drives people to murder, rob, etc? If society hails a musician as a Born Artist, must the serial killer not get the same attention as a Natural?
You're in for trouble if the above becomes standard policy, but Fair is Fair.

(acerca de las 2:35 de la tarde) I reached back in Time and bridged a stream that had never been crossable - I completed "Black Beauty" late this morning. So now another Connection has been made.
What a bright, clear, warm (high-60 degrees F.) day! I took the chance to dry a dark grey glove - I am trying for a burgandy pair, and the right-handed glove has already reached the stage by experimentation.
It's getting to where I am obliged to nap after lunch each day:
Did 1989 take that much out of me, wearing ze body down?
Does the matutional 2-hour practice session tax me?
Is old age trying to put a stop to all this nonsence?
Whatever it is, I feel very refreshed and ready for more action afterwards.

(8:12 P.M.) Birmingham, Alabama.
Melvyn Sterne Library, the University of Alabama at Birmingham.
Time: 8:12 P.M.
A beautiful, clear, cool night in the Magic City.
I arrived in town, via Greyhound Bus, around 4:35 P.M., and headed to campus (from 6th Avenue, North to 8th [University Boulevard] Avenue, South). I dialed - or rather punched - 833-9393, the number of the Holts the Younger, but I got a 'busy' tone for my effort every time. I took that to mean Steve is working the Graveyard Shift at the Zoo, and took the phone off the cradle in order to sleep.
So I must repeat the Weekend Nocturnal Stake-out at the Bus Station later on.
The Spanish Course came to an end tonight. Vicenta went over verbs and the numerous tenses.
How intimidating and bullying are all those forms! Once I can rise above the Fear, I will be able to deal with them better.
Matriculating is colligiate formalized Spanish Course was really unecessary - but it gave me something to do this Winter, and help me keep up my discipline regiment.
I spent at least $80 on the course - fee, text, workbook, transportation, etc. So you can be damn sure that I did and will continue to study, even after I get with a spanish-speaking group!
Money - the stimulus for much progress, is it not?
But I don't think I will ever return to the classroom - it's really not worth it. I can get just as much with self-pedogogy. After all, what I have accumulated to date has been largely of my own initiative. So why spoil a great record?

(28th, About 12:40 A.M.) La ultima dia de febrero, milnoveciento noventa.
The - perdoneme, La lugar - la estacion de omnibus Greyhound, Birmingham, Alabama.
Miercoles.
Hace fresco - una bonita noche.
Acerca de la uno nenos viente de la manana.
I lelt the U.A.B. library around 10:30 P.M., last night.
A $5.17 snack at Arby's Roast Beef on 7th Avenue, South.
And a leisurely walk here, which will be my Study for the next seven hours or so.
I convinced William Teller (Am South's money machine), who I met at the University Center last night, to hand over $80.
The one-way fare to Childersburg is $6.
I love nocturnal peregrination - too bad it can be hazadous to your health!
Maybe this will be my last stand at this Bus Station for a while.

(around 2:40 P.M.) Scene II.
Place: Childersburg, Alabama.
Same Day.
Around 2:40 P.M.
It was about 9:35 A.M., when I debussed in Childersburg.
Hace vale tiempo - warm - pero one that is partially handed over to raw Winter as part of the Cease Fire agreement.
Sun makes sure Spring provide Check-and-Balance.
Last week, Wednesday or Thursday, I received, in the mail, a notice from the Alabama Unemployment Office in Birmingham to report up there by Monday. Apparently, my try for not-entitled-to money has been discovered. Why go up there to the Unemployment place and waste my time? Hell, I know what they want to see me about!
I purchased the Money Saver Bus Fare to Paris, Texas (from Sylacauga) this morning around 7:00 A.M., in Birmingham. This must-buy-14 days-in-advance ticket was $68.
Barbara and/or Geary Byrd needn't give me the "We are concerned about the Clown Alley!" routine - I have attempted to design a Clown Feature for the '90 season, but neither seem to care enough to allow me to carry through with the plans.
So who cares if '90 doesn't match '89 - I am still paid!
I suppose this is part of Perfessionalism, huh?

1-2 March (Thursday-Friday), Childersburg, AL

(1st, Acerca de las 2:27 P.M.) I knew the Nineties would bring a change, but I didn't realize it would be this shocking and confusing.
And until I get use to the idea, settle into this new role, there will be much spiritual turmoil to deal with.
Hi! It's el primero dia de marzo 1990, acerca de las 2:27 P.M., on a piss-poor day - overcast, cool, rain-threatening - in Childersburg, Alabama.
What made me think that this Mime 'career' would always be untouched by the intriques and realities of Professionalism? How come I had the idea that hard work alone will insure a easy road?
On the other hand, I am so thankful that Muse finally plucked me from the Carnival Atmosphere where I was only dealing with Mime as a ride that, by forcing myself by my physical skinniness, and jumping-around, I was able to get a front-row seat.
The acclaim of 1989 was, in truth, Mime-as-a-job-in diguise.
To restate, once I figure out how to conduct myself in this new relationship with Mime, I believe the Marriage will be even stronger.
But if I can only make it through the early days! So many don't; and they miss out on much.
A big part of being a Professional Mime is enduring the barage of insults and inequalities.
It IS really a Mine Field!

(acerca de las 3:18 de la tarde) Now I remember what I was going to lay down in ink today -
I was so shy, so ashamed of an interest in anything, 3 years ago and futher back, I was even ashamed of having my family here in Childersburg find out I was becoming interested in Classical Music. And when I started up a Courtship with Opera, I kept it secret for so long!
Why, I have no idea.
Doing things without regard to family 'approval' did so much for my attraction of Confidence. And there is so much I can do, in my forties, that was beyond me earlier!
Unfortunately, though, I now must spend more time with Mime, designing Wardrobe, practicing, etc. - generally organizing the relationship. For, as much as I oftertimes hope against, I have a feeling I will be involved with this Chick for years, so discilpine and organization are the only way I can make it through until the end.

(2nd, Around 8:33 A.M.) A wet day it is. Coolness is taking the opportunity to show off it talents.
Childersburg, Alabama, at around 8:33 A.M.
The anxiety of not knowing what is store for me in 1990 is playing all kinds of games in my mind; I envision physical altercation with differeng people (Kevin Murrey, Jim Judkins, etc.). I have never has to deal with the Job-Reality factor - and I am nervous about handling it right.
1990 is a cave - I am scared and careful in the game plan in its exploration.
What will I stumble onto?
Will Monster devour me?
Will I be able to find my way out?
January was a nice safe distance from the Cave, and provided a nice, dry lab in which to train and map out strategy.
But, 3 weeks from opening, I find myself near the Cave's opening - and it's just not the same as on-paper. I find myself wanting to give-up the project as dangerous. What so great about this Cave, anyway? Is it worth the Monster-attack I will face?
Will what I learn about this Cave (the former inhibitants, its purpose, etc.) be of valve?
Let me think . . .

(acerca de las 7:15 de la noche) My license arrived in the mail yesterday afternoon - being that my short-lived Louisville connection has ended, it's just as well the I didn't transfer my driving certification up there. The picture in terrible, but maybe I won't have to show it that much.
Rain fell most of the day, at times rather heavy. Coolness slipped in.
I might as well get use to the fact that I will be involved with Mime for at least the 1990 season; and that Carson and Barnes Circus is the only outlet I have been able to find. And later we can work something out . . .

3 March (Saturday), Childersburg, Al.

(About 6:58 P.M.) Greyhound Bus is currently in the mist of a nation-wide strike - only a limited number of routes are operating. Maybe the thing will be settled in two weeks, so I can get to Paris, Texas!
Damn! if the Nineties aren't leading me through briars and ditches as I began the cross of the Final Decade! Does this mean the latter part of the trail will be easy-going - or is Nineties giving me a warning? Maybe I should take heed, for She knows more than me.
It was a beautiful, clear, warm day, with rather fiesty wind.

4 March (Sunday), Childersburg, AL

(Around 6:21 A.M.) Cold this morning, at around 6:21 A.M., on the following day from above.
The morning is clear, and things are ready for Sun, so a lovely afternoon is expected.
Please, PLEASE! let this new and improved relationship with Mime prevent me from such unrestained puerile behavior whenever I come across Wardrobe and rigging for my Persona. Help me to enter into purchases with a clear head, and a definite design.
I have learned much about Spanish language grammer and syntax - now it's time to actually have to 'sink or swim' among a Hispanic. May the Nineties and this new phrase of my career invite my tongue into the secrets of the Espanol speech!

(acerca de las 7:00 de la manana) Here's wishing that what had happened to Richard Perales - flustration at being 'passed over' for fame and position in the Arts. For, sure, he can do many outlets - plays drums, paint, speak in tongues, walk stilts, etc., but he hasn't the discipline or dedication to accept low status which has nothing to do with talent.
For if one refuses to comes to grips with the unfair, political world of the Entertainment/Art Field, one must be separated from it; and the separation has to be emotional as well as physical. Don't be like Buckles - don't be cruel and spiteful to 'friends.' As long as Buckles has that vengeful atitude towards reality, and blames other people for what the Art world did to him - not allow him easy fame and top-honors on the bases of talent only - he will never defeat that Monster, which is found all over, not just allied to Circus, Rodeo, Art, etc.
Can't he see what is happening? He is allowing the Beast to bully him still. Sure, the Varmit is sanquinary and wild, but one must dodge and try to put up with the slaps and rushes in order to get to the exit door.
And Bob Sterett (you remember - the tuba player?)! As with so many others, he thinks that the Muse will find him, tucked away in Lawton, Oklahoma! For years, as we all know, I was of this opinion - I was wondering why I was being overlooked. When I think of all the years I wasted!

(about 6:23 P.M.) Why was the barre/work-out so energy-zapping, so coporeally traumatic this morning? I am so sore, so exhausted at the miment!
Only two brief practice session, but that regiment around 10:00 A.M., really got to me!
It was a warm, bright, clear afternoon. I re-dyed the pink trousers, after I saw uneven colorcoloration around the zipper. And the recently greyed short-sleeve ruffled shirt received another soak in black dye - for I would love to get a black shirt for my efforts.
My periods of depression are occurring more often, and last a longer period; is Forty responsible? and if so, will the years soften the blow Or will it only get worse?
It seems I was not contented and sanguine before Mime got this stronger grip over me. So I will either die from the over-protection, or shine as a result.
The former will most likely come to past.

5 March (Monday), Childersburg, AL

(Lunes, 5 marzo 1990, acerca de las 4:49 de la tarde) What a beautiful afternoon! Bright, clear, warm!
I am finishing up my dying - I will invertory the results of the campaign, and select what can be used. If any modifications are needed, I will do so on the road.
There is much streamlining I have to do with the so-called "Clown Alley" of Carson and Barnes Circus, mainly getting Flip to do her job, or, in actuality, to realize what her 'position' really is. Things should have been fixed years ago, but I will gamble my reputation aganist Flip's "Producing Clown" position, and try to keep the Alley from looking more terrible than it is.
I have spent too much money and worked too hard, to allow a drunk to dirty up my work place.

6 March (Tuesday), Childersburg, AL

(Around 6:52 A.M.) More Spring this morning - around 6:52 A.M., the 6th of March 1990.
Clear. Bright. Nippy at this early hour.
I think we are agree that I made a terrible mistake in not moving away from Childersburg and 'Mommy' - I would now be able to relate to society better, and be able to do more domestic and mechanical skills. By living on my own, I would have had to organized my maintence - intellectual, spiritual, physical, etc. - or suffer.
As it is, I am 40 years of age, and crippled in many areas. Could I really function as an independent entity? Away from Circus, where I would have to rely on my own wit in order to keep myself in food, rent living quarters, buy health and/or life insurance, etc, would I be able to make it?
Twenty years has slipped by, and I haven't had to deal with them - but can I count of my 'On-my-Own' services soon?

(acerca de las 2:33 de la tarde) A lovely afternoon! Even the scattered grouping of Cirrus Clouds hasn't dampered the day! Plenty of Yellow Mist.
Clear, more or less.
Air programmed to handle low-70 degrees (F.) temperature.
Spring is honoring the Cease Fire agreement; so I expect Winter will stage a coup next month, picking on innocent April, who has been in training for Its upcoming assignment, and has no idea of the surprise,
You Chicken Shit Winter! Why don't you leave April alone? It has nothing to do with the War of Climate!
Damn! I wish I could get work other than with Carson and Barnes! What else can I do to break the Cruise Ship job market?
I just hope my condescending, my humiliation, the flustration of only-wanted-by-Carson and Barnes Circus won't do my act in. In fact, there should be someway I can use the situation.
As always, it will be at least June before I began to understand the 1990 season.

(acerca de las 6:40 P.M.) So much for dying a white 'tails' coat! I bought (actually, Mama did, on one of her shopping outings with Joyce) a small swimming pool - $3.00 - in order to be able to spread the coat, thinking maybe that would help the 'tails' get a better contact with the dye. And I purchased 2 boxes of Scarlet Red Rite Dye.
But, after around a 7-hour soak, the 'tails' is still spotty, and has the darker red under the armpits.
What a bitch! Two chocies - either not including the coat in my wardrobe, or hunting down a Cleaners that does this service.
Damn! if this used 'tails' isn't costing me a lot!
The wind was a viable contender this afternoon - not much of a threat, but one that could not be counted out.
This Evening's imput is warm, even though Clouds are slowly filling up the Convention Hall.
The first Tuesday in - what? ten weeks? that I haven't been in Birmingham and the U.A.B. campus. I miss the adventure but I don't have long to wait for another, more intense, one.

7 March (Wednesday), Childersburg, AL

(About 6:40 A.M.) Why is it that from 40 years of age to 50 is a shorter period than from 30 years of age to 40?! Aren't all parties separated by ten years? But when some one tells me of a 50-year old, that persons, for some reason, doesn't seem that much older. Ten years ago, if a 40-year-old person had been said to be near my age of thirty, I would have laughed.
What sort of trick is Time pulling off?
7 marzo 1990.
Miercoles.
About 6:40 A.M.
A warm morning.
However, we are being hidden from the rest of the Cosmos by a Cloud Cover. Will Rain Make Love with us?

(acerca de las ocho de la manana) Sure, I developed juggling skills to a greater extent during the previous 2-3 Winters; but the things that I learned during this break!
First, of course, there is a very basic working knowledge of the Spanish Language - I have a long way to go before I get it down pat, but, by pushing forward with the Courting, I am getting the Confidence to engage in Spanish dialogues.
And that Confidence is what one needs in every study.
I have learned that the Circus is only a job, that Carson and Barnes is probably the best I can get, that the only 'talent' and creativity are that that help form alliances and business connections.
For that is genius - not the performing services, or whatever the offering is.
My sewing skills received a much-needed boost. Which is good, considering that Louisville, Kentucky, is most likely out as a source of costuming. I will be making and altering more and more.
I am ready to work with Props - Iwill be making and designing many, as I enter this new phase of my Mime Connection.
And as I said before, it will be interesting to see how 1990 will use me during this upcoming road trip. May I not disappoint Her!

(acerca de las 3:46 de la tarde) Nineties is teasing me and playing with my mind. Great things just may be in store for me after all!
I received a note from Carson & Barnes, to bring my ski boots. Did my letter of 19 February 'inspire' Geary, or whoever, to put together a Music Conductor's podium, the kind - you know! It will allow me to lean in all directions.
It that bit is presented, I am sure to have a sensational season.
After 3-4 days of overtaxing itself, Sun went off for some re-vitilizing rest and relaxation; and the fill-in has been, and is, Overcast. Still, the afternoon has been warm, and rather breezy.

8-10 March (Thursday-Saturday), Childersburg/Pelham, Al.

(8th, About 10:16 A.M.) Winter is beginning to see that, if It hurries, It can penetrate the Mediation Forse that surrounds us; for it is rater cool this morning. And the sky is being held prisoner, along with Sun.
I mopped the house this morning - for a special happening is scheduled for later today. More info forthcoming.
As I finish up the "Come se dice . . ." textbook, and the workbook, of the Spanish language, I find myself lost in the Bosque Subjuntivo. That tense is really causing me problems, and is the first big stumbling block as I explore Espanol.
I suppose, though, that, It too, can be tamed - or at least trained - with a lot of work and patience.
I have a feeling a lot of native speakers find the subjuntive case a Monster!
Do you realize I am making a Circle? For years I was uninformed and ignorant of much of what was coming down in this country and the world. Then, however, it was a question of incompetent teachers, and a neglectful upbringing.
After 10-11 years of self-study and research, I once again find myself back at the uninformed point. But now I don't care about knowing what's coming down, and have turned my back on the World by choice.
Don't most races begin and end at the same line?

(acerca de las 9:17 de la noche) Dick and Irene - my maternal uncle and his wife, those I met with in Streator, Illinois, last summer - arrived in town around 2:30 P.M., this afternoon. They are on there way to Florida, and have been trying to make this trip since last Fall, but ont thing after another kept poping up. First and foremost, Mary, Dick's (and, therefore, mother's) half-sister, has been hospitalized.
But the trip made they did. And I enjoy their company so much more without Chuck, Nancy, Kay, Chet, and Mary, the other members of the dinner party last summer.
I energetically hacked away two branches from a tree so Dick could back his Winabago R.V., into Joyce's yard.
Dick, Irene, Joyce, Claude, David, Leslie, Bill, Mama, and I went to Quincy's this evening and all had the all-you-can-eat supper.
And I have eaten myself sick!
It has been a rainy, miserable, cold day! Winter sure took advantage of the lax policy taken by Spring today!

(9th, About 6:10 A.M.) The Alabama Public Television is engaged in its annual Spring Fundraiser; last night, at 10:15 P.M., a musical show, LET'S ROCK TONIGHT, a concert of rockers from the '50's and '60's singing their hit or hits (actual singing, not lip-sync), hosted by Fabian.
(There has been specials on every night during this Festival, which began last week-end.).
Relative to that era of Rock Music, the performers - Del Shannon, Martha and the Vandelas, Ben E. King, Chris Monteze, Gary U. S. Bond, Mitch Ryder, etc - are 'old,' especially Mitch Ryder.
Which brings forth an ironic situation - why would the flustrated, unproductve Yuppi want to see the Oldies, when, by being confronted with the Aged Wonders, the Yuppi is only reminded of the years since the early '60's, and that 'age halts for no man'? Doesn't it seem more appropiate that, in the campaign to pull one over on Time, the Old Babby Boomer would form a connection with comtemporary Rock Music?
Of course, many could be like me - when those people of that televised 'Classics,' and other Oldies but Goodies presentation, were current and in the Hit Parade, there were much emotional/childhood crisis whose appearance interfered with the enjoyument of that period; and now . . .

(about 6:35 A.M.) (about 6:35 A.M.) . . . that Time has healed most of the pain, we want to review the Culture of the past, and repair the broken links that prevents an Un broken Chain, necessary for Oneness with Life.
So its not a wish for a renewal of Youth, but an Inspection to see what needs a fixing job.
It is a dampish, coolish morning, still being kept under wraps by Overcast.
Dick and Irene will be here today, and I will gossip about them later.

(acerca de las 11:32 de la noche) If Dick sees his sister ever again, it will most likely be in a casket.
Dick and Irene took off for Florida around 9:00 A.M., this morning - I suppose the ill-looking weather forced them to try and outrun the Temper Tantrum. For the plan of last night was for them to stay until Saturday morning.
But was it something one of us said, didn't say, do, didn't do? that rubbed Dick and/or Irene wrong? Are we the Southern Bumpkins that they have the mis-fortune to be related by Blood?
Well, anyway, I did enjoy Dick's and Irene's company, and so will continue to look them up whenever I am in North-central Illinois on 'business.'
A semi-decent day, in which rain stayed away, but only if Sun did the same. So what we had was a cool, cloudy, Fall-like day.
It seems as if, after a Winter of discipline and analysis, I am taking a 2-weeks vacation - sleep has booked me as of late, including a nearly 3-hour nap this evening, causing me to miss a Great Performance presentation on Public Television (9-11 P.M.) of 'Mozart in Salzburg.' I caught the final 20 minutes or so, but I was hoping to 'attend' the entire concert.
I hope this increase attention I have been giving to the underside of my eyelids doesn't sigify that I will have to back-off on such a physically-active season; for if I can't do the job I want to get out! I know of way too many who hang on to the "I am a Clown!", and then only walk aroung in a half-ass make-up.
Hopefully, the Slumber is preparing me for a stenuous 8-week plus tour-or duty. I HAVE been planning a Super Season, and Fate may, as my Trainer, be getting me ready.
And, missing that T.V. program is only a small price to pay for Fate's tender, loving Care!

(10th, Around 7:53 P.M.) Saturday, the 10th of March, 1990, was captured by Spring, in retaliation for Winter's interference last Thursday - for the weather in Childersburg, Alabama, and nearby areas was beautiful!
The temperature damn near topped out at 80 degrees (F.)!
The Sun advanced to the forefront this afternoon!
And, around 7:53 P.M., the Night Commander is personally wearing its best, and overseeing the victory won by Spring.
This afternoon, Bill, Leslie, and I went to Oak Mountain State Park on a bicycle outing. Once at the Park (around 3:30 P.M., and 50 cents a head for entrance) we started down the Red Trail; but that was no bike path, I don't care what the sign said! The route was filled with small boulders watching the Creatures passing overhead. And the terrain was pitty and rough. As a hiking trail (which I have undertaken with Steve and Mary) it is great; but don't try to make me believe that a path like that is meant to be a Bike trail!
I even took a spill in order to avoid a line walker on the trail.
But we pedalled along the road, rolling though it was. The three of us wheeled to the lake.
(By the way, OaK Mountain State Park is near Pelham, Alabama, a city south of Birmingham).
Leslie and Bill easily tired; so they went in the pick-up while I biked to the beach/boating area.
It sure was a purdy day! In fact, it is still rather warm!!
Plane travel into Paris, Texas, is poor, and expensive. I haven't heard of any settlement in the Greyhound Bus strike.
Amtrak doesn't meet my travel requirements.
So I am at a loss as to how I will get out to Hugo!


11 March (Sunday), Childersburg, AL

(Around 8:28 A.M.) Spring beat Winter to the draw again this morning!
Sunday, March 11, 1990, and it is a bright, warm morning, around 8:28 A.M.
Spring has already warmed-up for the Full-time take-over in about a week and a-half, so I suppose what's happening now is either dress rehearsal or eagerness to get started.
Whichever it is, I love it! I will, however, be sorry to see Winter's vengeance next month!

(acerca de las 6:50 P.M.) A barre/work-out this morning has my muscalture all in an uproar. And with two brief juggle practice, I hurt.
Who can blame Cirrus Clouds for just laying still and quietly up there and enjoying the gorgeous day! Was it ever beautiful! Temperature nearing 80 degrees (F.)!
Sun went over the Budget of Shine this afternoon - a portion that was to be Another's Day was added to our dose today. I imagine Spring made some sort of deal with Sun, in order to keep Winter from having Its share of Rays.
I have a feeling we will live to regret that Deal! The extra Yellow was most welcome, and appreciated, but if Winter is going to make us pay for Spring's perfidy, I would have rather the day had been more seasonal.
It is still rather warm.
I wonder just when I will be able to report to my job, being that the bus is making things tough. Maybe this week, problems will be solved. I mean, I'm all for Unions, and sympathize with the Confortation with Management, but what able my work?
Isn't it ironic that, now that I have finally prepared mself for a 1990-34-week (or so) mind-and-spirit-flagging journey-through-hell, that a labor dispute has the final say?
Damn! if the Nineties aren't demanding all the patience and dedication I have at my disposal!

(acerca de las 8:03 de la noche) I suppose word spread among the Cloud Kingdom that Day was generous with Its loviness - for most of that Specie are laid out for a Moon Bath. Why should the Star People be the only ones to enjoy the beach?
Buckles always said, he could take over Carson and Barnes's Alley; he always said he could go with any show and be a 'Powerhouse.'
He reminds me of people who always shout as I am juggling, "I can do that!". But when I ask them to do it, they always come up with some excuse so as not to 'do it.'
Buckles had better comes to terms with his situation - he was never a professional Clown, just one more in a long line of those playing Funny Person, to escape their own undiscipline self.
Sure, on fly-by-night show, Buckles was able to be half-way successful; but the Big Time, the real Entertainment World, Buckles wasn't able to make the grade alone.
Of course, Flip is a loser, and, somehow, stays around. Damn! if I can figure out how!

12 March (Monday), Childersburg, AL

(About 6:22 A.M.) Is the subjunctive tense in Spanish used in a sentence like this - 'If only A, than B'; 'If B would happen, A would follow."? Of course I would Spanishize the sentences - but does Subjunctive Case mean Contengency? Is that a good way to remember this part of Spanish grammer that is rather difficult to grasp in concept?
There must be some way I can relate that syntaxical entity!
Monday, March 12, 1990 - another move of Spring seems to be coming down in the Chess game that Spring and Winter is playing. For, at about 6:22 A.M., the Sun is bright, the Air gives off a clear fragrance, Warm has received the game piece.
Childersburg, Alabama, and this weather makes Southern Living acceptable.

(acerca de las 8:02 de la noche) At least I can get to Terarkana from Birmingham, by bus. I may just have to make Paris by Air. But, oh! the expense!
A warm day, guarded by Overcast, after hearing Winter was planning a coup, this final week before the Inauguration of Spring's Administration.
Can Overcast hold off Winter's Forces?
And will I be subjected to Payback on the road, being that my Winter Training was in alliance with Spring?
David is out of school this week due to AEA - so, this morning, we painted the front door. Tomorrow . . .

13 March (Tuesday), Childersburg/Birmingham/Homewood, AL
Mountain Brook, AL

(Around 7:58 P.M.) . . . the Birmingham Zoo.
Tuesday, the 13th of March, 1990. Joyce and Mama drove David and me to Birmingham around 9:00 A.M., this morning




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