Phillip Wilson

Amazingly, I survived my Life
2011-09-30 00:03:40 (UTC)

2002 REVIEW (PART FORTY)

November- Childersbur/Sylacauga/Oak Grove, AL (continues)

(acerca de 7:39 P.M.) I am almost certain that I read this in Bruce Catton’s Civil War history “Terrible Swift Sword,” although I have been known to be wrong once in a while: “Slaves (or was it African Americans?) piss (was the word “piss” or a better word for Number One?) through their skin.” Meaning, of course, that slaves/African Americans perspire. Well, so do I – on warm days. When I don’t sweat, as I didn’t today, I sweat through my penis: I peed every five minutes it seems! I’m glad that
I was never far from a restroom!
I am now the proud owner of a Bantam Classic, paperback copy of “Madame Bovary” by Gustave Flaubert. The book was a founding in the CACC “Book Depository” that I supposed I am director of. If a teacher had intended the book for her/his students, s/he was doing the students a grave injustice: Although the book contains some valuable commentaries and analysis, only Part I of “Madame Bovary” made the book. And what is “Madame Bovary” without the suicide scene of Emily? Fortunately I already own a copy of the novel: I just wanted access to all the added bonuses!

(2nd, About 8:45 A.M.) O’kay Body, You don’t want me to bend my upper part to the ground while my lower part remains straight-legged! Instead, You have arranged things so that my thighs get a work-out: I must do a demi-plié squat when I pick-up things from the floor/ground. So You may have done me a favor, Body!
When Leslie got me home around 2:40 P.M., yesterday afternoon (my work schedule was 10:30-2:30), Kayla was here. She remained in our (Joyce’s, granny’s, and my) care until around 7:40 P.M.

(acerca de 9:26 A.M.) Juggle-practice with just my upper body: It just may move things along quicker than standing erect and juggling! If I must choose __ advantage __ lower back pain, it would be the re-arranging that is necessary, and the opportunity afforded me to be an opportunist.
The MONK episode I witnessed yesterday evening (9-10:00 P.M., U.S.A.) was recently broadcast by A.B.C.: Adam Arkin was a fat man. I “voiced” my disgust with a scene between the fat man and the nurse. I haven’t changed my mind.
From 8:00 to 9:00 P.M., I reviewed the week’s events via CNBC’s EDITORIAL BOARD and a p__tend opposite p___ty show (HANNITY AND COMBS [?]) on the Fox News Channel. All the while I was hoping for a better back. But to no avail, it seems.

(acerca de 10:04 A.M.) In “discussing” with Joyce the other day (in the ride to CACC) Kayla’s ever-changing behavior, I mentioned that females may “mature” at an earlier age than males. If indeed this is the case, you can thank biology for it: Women must “mature” early since it is they that have the children. It is not that males are slower to “mature” but females must speed up everything in order that the one purpose of life can be fulfilled. In spite of feminists declaring that there is more to life than having kids, try telling that to evolution! All our best efforts are futile against the dictates of what is!

(acerca de 2:14 P.M.) As most months do, the second day copies the first day. Month XI is no different: The upper-50-degrees (F) are once again on the throne. Phoebus is undecided whether or not the day is deserving of Yellowing.
Lumbago is nothing but tendonitis. If its anything like the tendonitis that captivated my left and right shoulders – in the case of the latter, I sense a slight sensation whenever I try to sleep on my right side – I will be standing and walking “funny” for a long time to come!

(acerca de 3:51 P.M.) Over $8.50 at Ryan’s, a Family Restaurant in Sylacauga! David was down for the celebration of Kayla’s fourth birthday anniversary. Ryan’s is near Wal-Mart.
Ten dollars for a gift: A $10-bill. Fortunately I had a birthday card on hand: I was unable to do pre-party shopping.
As Cold grows in strength, so does my back pain. Or to put it better, “As the cold goes, so goes my lumbago.” I am a walking barometer.

(acerca de 4:11 P.M.) This happened in 1991 or 1992, if not 1990. I was eyeballing a guest “clown” and foaming at the mouth. Come to find out, the guest “clown” was a woman of 65-70 years of age! Jennifer realized this all along: What a joke it was for her!

(acerca de 4:52 P.M.) Yesterday evening – it was in the Family Room – I was “discussing” my hair cut with Joyce. I asked her about the hair-cutting place by Dollar General (General Dollar[?]) Joyce stated it was a black place (meaning a business runned by African Americans). When I reacted “and,” “So?”, in this manner, Joyce modified her tone, stating that the place specialized in corn rolls and afros.
It hasn’t been until lately that I realize that I must work on a 3-Ball “cascade”: The hands must be the exact same distance from the body. As it is, my left hand is 1/2” further from my belly button than my right hand.
Only a machine can be that exact, you say? Of course: And I want to be machine-like with juggling!

(acerca de 6:26 P.M.) “There was once a boy with a little hair, /Right in the middle of the pee hole of his penis./So whenever he pissed, he became a golfer,/rarely sending the stream of urine/in the desired direction”
I am that boy. The hair, though, is not actually in the pee hole – I don’t think hair can grow in that area of ze body. But from wherever the hair originates, I more often than not piss to the right or the left of my “target” (the toilet) and puddles the floor with piss. But I “ain’t” “gwin” show my Richard just so that I may “hit” more hole-in-ones!
I have always believed that, if there was 100% voting in this country, it would callaspe: The entire structure isn’t even able to handle 50% fanchise! During the Fox News Channel program I watched yesterday evening, anti-voting campaign ads were discussed, particularly one supposively put out by the democrats claiming “He (a picture of George W. Bush) doesn’t want you to vote!” The campaign mentioned is being circulated in the Black community.
The United States won’t be destroyed by outside forces, i.e. terrorists, but by people ex___ their right: The infer-structure will become unravelled just when it is needed the most!

(3rd, About 8:_7 A.M.) In riding with David over to Leslie’s yesterday afternoon – Leslie and Bill had set out a regular-size trampoline in Kayla’s play area; Leslie had negative comments about Colton Veasey being provided with a trampoline, although I’m sure Leslie will say that Colton was only two years old at the time, where as Kayla is four, and that Colton’s parents (Jim and Wendy) never spotted for him, and Leslie, along with Bill, will; this remains to be seen – the election came up in conversation. David stated that Susan Parker will probably lose to Jeff Sessions for the U.S. Senate currently occupied by the latter. In response, I said Sessions most likely has been bought and sold my President Bush. Then I articulated a pearl of wisdom: Voters are to the election as Box Office is to the theatre. Ticket receipts no more financially support a theatrical event than voters elect an official!

(acerce de 8:38 A.M.) I see where Rain was lurking around the neighborhood early this morning! What, You don’t have the “balls” to show Your Face in the Daytime?
I only saw THE DISTRICT (8.9:00 P.M., C.B.S.) at intervals yesterday evening: I did needed juggling practice for twenty minutes of the program. But it was A HISTORY OF BRITAIN (9-10:00 P.M., The History Channel) that I had made arrangements to watch in its entirety if at all possible! And as it so happens, it was possible. The episode aired yesterday evening continued: British history with Early American history and Early Indian (India) history, giving me a triple dose of history.
As I have said many times, BATTLEFIELD (10-Midnight, P.B.S.) is pure military history and science. The series has a tendency to become too esoteric in war strategy: Which is good if one is a student at West Point, the Naval Academy, or the Air Force Academy. But for an ordinary history “researcher,” the program heads off in the wrong direction: After about seventy-seventy-five minutes, the soporific narration caused me to dismiss the show from my day!
As a television commercial confusingly states, “My back pain is greatly improved!” The young white female means that whatever product is being sold or “pitched” helps relieve back pain. The ad is only one of many examples of the abuse of the English language! It’s best not to learn American English from television; the same holds true with Telemundo (Channel 69) as a private teacher of American Spanish!

(acerca de 9:23 A.M.) “30% is better than nothing!” Who would ever imagined that would have been Joyce Baxley, of all people, that presented a good argument for the other side in the lottery issue (the pro-lottery side)? It came about yesterday afternoon. David, sitting in the arm chair (north) near the picture window, stated that maybe the lottery was a good idea. In response, I articulated that, due to corruption, only about 30% of the money would go to the intended target, the state educational system. Joyce was only agreeing with her son and hadn’t intended a viable pro-lottery argument, but by declaring, “30% is better than nothing!”, I was forced to re-examined the entire State Lottery issue.
I must not overlook, however, the fact that maybe Joyce never really agreed with my opposition to it: Barbara Camillo had once stated a reasonable anti-lottery sentiment. She was visiting the circus and she made the claim that the people that could least afford a lottery ticket are so desperate for money that they are willing to be victimized by incredible odds. It sounded good to me, and I have based my opposition to the lottery on the above ever since. Until yesterday afternoon I never seriously considered the other side. And to think that it all came about unknowingly!

(acerca de 10:53 A.M.) The more I research the ancient Egyptians, the more I realize that my instincts must have come from that culture! It is my understanding that the religion of the ancient Egyptians included a belief that “souls” are only on temporary “assignments” when they (the souls) are “ordered” to animate a body, “human” or animal. Death is the termination of that assignment. The soul may or maynot be re-assigned to take over another body on earth (or some place else).
I am not making this up: I remember feeling this was the way it is, from the mid-1960’s, if not before. Is my “soul” a re-cycled re-assignment from long ago?

(acerca de 11:48 A.M.) A HISTORY OF BRITAIN is about to reach into the second half of the 19th century. I am ready for it: I have, in my possession, a book by Henry Pelling concerning “Modern Britain” from 1885 to 1955. Not that I need anything else to read, you understand!
A raw, wintry day is still with us. Sunday can’t seem to get rid of it.

(acerca de 1:01 P.M.) It was 1966, I think: I was in the tenth grade of high school, the local one. If I’m not mistaken, this particular event happened in French class: Where else would I have been associated with the Class of ’66?
This flashback doesn’t involve the French language or the text used. It involves literature. Yes, book-reading. I can recall one or two males -Russell Justice? and Rod Lee Bowling? – that would read a page of an assigned “classic” and then wrinkle up the sheet after it has been torn from the book, and then tossed in the trash can. What an awful thing to do! Instead of force-feeding the class novels that were odious to the student, the teacher would have done better to teach respect for books! I myself may have treated a book in such a matter a long time ago, for which I am terribly sorry! Books have been my only true friend over the years: Which only proves that they are “bigger” than most people!

(acerca de 3:50 P.M.) “I am having to read and write/left eyed./My right is becoming/stied.” Not only does tendonitis control my upper torso articulation, my right eye renders blurred vision and tearful sight. Isn’t it great to be alive?
All the day needed was Rain! The high-40-degrees (F) is an insult enough without the hammering down of That Group! Cold is running around seeking shelter from the shelling.
Deah shouldn’t stink anymore: I bathed her earlier this afternoon. Granny was in the house, and I usually wash “doggie” when she and Joyce are gone. Joyce was at class – but Deah’s body oder called for drastic action.
David left sometime before 1:00 P.M.: I was in this room and nobody told me. But what the hell, he visited his mother and not me. Besides he’ll be back in 4-5 weeks for Thanksgiving and his birthday anniversary (the 27th).

(acerca de 5:50 P.M.) There isn’t anything wrong with me emotionally or mentally! It’s only a matter of bad timing: I was so late at being introduced to so many things, i.e. Ancient Greek, Early American History, etc. It’s what happens when one has a focus: Other areas of life are ignored. When I consider how much ahead I was of a lot of other people, I wonder what is my problem.
When I laid down around 4:00 P.M., I didn’t mean to nap. But I was brought back to consciousness into a darkened room around 5:36 P.M., by a call to dinner. Not that the day isn’t ripe for it! It makes me wonder why I waited as long as I did!

(4th, About 7:53 A.M.) Horrors of horrors! I almost forgot to send a payment to “TV Guide”! And the $14.99 is “due” Wednesday! What a diseaster if the magazine stopped coming to this house, simple because of an oversight!

(acerca de 8:35 A.M.) It was the Fall semester of 1997 or the Winter/Spring of 1998 (although I feel strongly it was the former). I was standing in front of the Williams Building on the Florida State University campus. The Williams Building was the “academic” center for humanities courses. I was in conversation with Nick: My back was facing the building. I was discussing with Nick that there was no such thing as a historical Jesus, that Jesus can only be talked about in the context of religion. John, an older student, was behind me, to my left about 45-degrees. He and Nick took issue with my declaration.
But alas! Jesus can be investigated historically: Not him as a man per se, but Jesus as a subject of the Roman Empire. It can be done, believe it or not: ROMAN EMPIRE IN THE FIRST CENTURY (7-9:00 P.M., P.B.S.) does a great job of presenting the raison d’etre for the rise of the Jesus Movement. The average Christian would find what is said offensive: There is no claim of Jesus being divine, but a criminal. Such is to be expected, I suppose. And nothing is altered by what they want to be.
“The Forsyte Saga” on MASTERPIECE THEATRE (9-10:00 P.M., P.B.S.) hasn’t let up with the “super” secondary and tertiary action, action that upstages the acting at times. This program is one of the very few dramas that has reached my eyes in which the three “movements” – primary, secondary, and tertiary – are perfectly balanced. Every film making student should study and de-construct “The Forsyte Saga.”
There is a character Doakie (?), Winnie Forsyte’s husband is a gambler and drunk. One scene, the morning following a threatened suicide and an altercation with his wife, Doakie (?) arises from a couch on which he has spent the night. The camera is on the same level as the “end” of the couch. It (the camera) is at about a 30-degree angle, the rear of the couch to camera right, framed, though, in the center of the medium long shot. Doakie (?)’s hand is closer to the camera than his feet are. When he gets up from the couch, it’s as if he is Dracula arising from a coffin: Doakie (?) is still dressed in formal wear from the evening before.
The audio for the program is not of the best quality. Hold on for a minute: Do you reckoned that my ___ are to blame and not “The Forsyte Saga”’s audio?
I told you I will be able to make up the 40-45 minutes of NOVA’s “Galileo’s Battle for the Heavens” that I missed last week! The program was re-broadcast from 10:01 P.M. to Midnight yesterday evening by P.B.S., so I made up the lost time.
THE MCLAUGHLIN GROUP (3-3:25 P.M., P.B.S.): I didn’t have to change the station at all yesterday, except to find out the weather on The Weather Channel (Channel 52).

(acerca de 10:52 A.M.) I don’t care what you may have heard! The United States of America is a war-loving nation! How else can you account for George W. Bush’s popularity? Domestically, he sucks: His economic, environmental, internal security, etc, would never bring him above-60% approval rating! No wonder he talks war! It is a brilliant career move. And unfortunately it will probably work!
When I was in the bookstore last week talking with Hazel, she was on the internet supposively researching Wagner and research paper-writing. However, as soon as she signed off the internet, a red rectangular “warning” sign came on the screen. It was a notice of pornographic sites. At least that what I think I saw. You know about my venture with internet porn from my first day at CACC: I was hoping to keep it a secret, but it was found out. But it seems I’m not the only voyeur at CACC! I would never have picked Hazel Jackson, though, as a fan of naked people!

(acerca de 6:14 P.M.) “Damn back with Stanback!” Does anybody know what that means? I say it to myself at work a lot. My back is damn painful: Stanback is an over-the-counter powder that is generally for headache. Even if back pain is one of Stanback’s targets, I wouldn’t take it!
The Cold – mid-50-degrees (F) – damp day wasn’t a friend of my tendonitis: The day was as “shitty” as Stanback is! The dome never once was opened. I sure hope that Stanback in the form of snow – a white powder – doesn’t become a medicine for this area anytime soon!
There is a dirt road that turns off the “main” street across from the fartherest park of the walking path behind CACC (the mini-park close to the town of Bon Air). A sign with an arrow states that “Catdaddy’s” is in that direction. Does the dirt road lead to “Catdaddy’s”? I am reminded of the entrance to the “campsite” of the Tallahassee Bare Devils, a nudist club, in Monticello, FL, fifteen or so miles east (?) of Tallahassee.

(5th, About 7:27 A.M.) “Where is an elephant when you need one?” I spent the first part of yesterday afternoon “de-grounding” the tall green stakes/posts that surround trees, holding them in an upright position. The job suppose to have been Milt’s – Not long after I arrived at CACC, as I was walking to my “hide-away” on the north end of Building “F” – Ronnie Harkin stopped the red pick-up truck, headed towards the front of the campus on the street that “splits” CACC from the Medical Center, and told me to have Milt use the school truck and remove the posts, saving them for later. After smoking a cigarette, I reported to Milt. He inter-rupted his telephone conversation to talk with me. In response to what I told him, he said that the truck would probably get stuck in the soft mud.
Why did I do it: I volunteered to take over the job, substituting a wheelbarrow for the pick-up. I later got the feeling that Milt didn’t believe my instructions from Ronnie.

(acerca de 7:44 A.M.) I was in the “mini-park” - the “entrance” to the walking trail – de-grounding several of the stakes/posts – I had already taken up some by the side (north) of the nursing school – when who should arrive in the pick-up truck one Milt Wilson! I had been right, it seems!
There are still several other trees that need manumission from their “masters,” which, according to Milt, will be gotten to today. But I felt déjà vu in pounding the stake/post just above its entry into the ground: In spite of the being soft, enlarging the hole via moving the entire stake from the top led to the stake/post being bent.

(acerca de 8:40 P.M.) Today is the first Tuesday after the first Monday in November. Today is, therefore – since 1845 -, Election Day.
Today is a rainy day. Any connection? Is Rain a Poll Watcher? Or is Rain in the employ of one of the major political parties – Republicans or Democrats – to keep the voting to a minimim?
Kayla was over yesterday evening from about 6:00 P.M., until about 7:58 P.M. And then Rain came for an unwelcomed visit.
The second part of “Thomas Jefferson” from KEN BURNS’ AMERICAN STORIES (8-9:30 P.M., P.B.S.) concluded the biography yesterday evening. Afterwards, I had to – get this folks! – get up from my chair and, using my right thumb, go from Channel 4 (P.B.S.) to Channel 48 (The History Channel)! Forty-four channels! Just so I could watch the first hour (9:30-10:30 P.M.) of A HISTORY OF BRITAIN! Was it worth it? Yes, I would say so!

(acerca de 10:15 A.M.) Ever since the pansies have been inbedded, the weather has been “shitty” and “bitchy.” I wonder if the pansies are angering the gods, or ___ Rain is so infatuated with them that It is spending more time than usual down here? As is Cold.

(acerca de 6:09 P.M.) And still more books! I guess I’m the unofficial “Dean” of unwanted texts! With the weather a sloppy mess – although the mid-70-degrees (F) wasn’t bad for this being Election Day – I welcomed the indoor work (the grounds shop/former Diesel Building). It was too rainy for a transfer to the “Book Depository” in Building “H,” but I will have something to look forward to when I get to work tomorrow.
For the first time in years, I voted for the governor of this state: I had planned on just casting a vote for Susan Parker (U.S. Senate) and Lucy Baxley (Lt. Governor), but I went ahead and checked off straight (as opposed to – what, gay?) Alabama Democratic Party. Although it is extremely rare, but every once in a while the Republicans have someone I like. As I told Hazel this morning, I would vote for Colon Powell because he transcends party line. Neither rain, sleet, cold, etc, can keep a true American for her/his duty!

(acerca de 6:50 P.M.) I didn’t think I would ever admit this: I am becoming “comfortable” living in Childersburg, AL! Why I even met Doris Finn, a high school classmate, at the poll this evening!
I really don’t have a choice in the matter: I am stuck in this town for quite a while yet to come! So why not relax and make the best of a bad situation?
Ninteen hours a week is just about right! Imagine if I worked more! Almost three months for just this notebook! A full-time job would have cut into my writing – the real full-time job of Phillip Wilson – horribly!
I did a 10:45-3:15 shift at CACC. The only reason I went in today was because Joyce had to come home for her books and school things. As it was, Leslie and Kayla came for them – and me. And it was Leslie and Kayla that brought me home this afternoon. Kayla was left here in order for Leslie to go to work, and for Bill to pick-up after work. Around 4:30 P.M., the child left.

(Purchased on The afternoon of the 6th of September, Friday, at 3:39 P.M., at The Family Dollar store in Childersburg, AL, for $1.08.)

(6th, About 8:09 A.M.) During a transit to work yesterday morning, Leslie was explaining to Kayla that she (Leslie) would come for me around 3:15 P.M., take me home, leave Kayla, and return to work. However, Kayla stated that she didn’t want to go to granny’s, but wanted to stay with her (Leslie). I “advised” Leslie to not mention the plans again, that Kayla changes from minute to minute. As I told you, Kayla was a guest at granny’ for a little over an hour yesterday afternoon. Although for a while yesterday evening, Leslie had seriously considered bringing Kayla over here so that she (Leslie) could attend to some business at CACC. But the caretaking services were cancelled at the “last minute”: Did Kayla convince her mother that she (Kayla) needed her more than CACC did?
Late yesterday afternoon as Joyce was taking granny and me to vote, she (Joyce) was telling us about the judge that presided over her divorce from Claude: The judge, a democrat, was unopposed for re-election. Joyce said this is what prevented her from checking the Alabama Democratic Party: Even if unopposed, she refused to vote for the man. Claude’s lawyer was the judge’s former law partner. According to Joyce, the judge left her with all the bills. As with Anita Matlow, this is most likely a “mis-interpretation” of the judge’s final ruling, or an intentional mis-telling. And once again, I really don’t care!

(acerca de 8:40 A.M.) The entire two and a-half hours (8-10:30 P.M.) of the special presentation on The History Channel of A HISTORY OF BRITAIN made its way to my consciousness. Who said that England doesn’t have a history, in addition to David Darst? The bad thing about it is that I must squeeze in reading about English history, and I am overbooked as it is!
Talmadge Gilliard , the elderly man I looked after in Tallahassee, FL, until his death in May 1998, articulated to me several times that I should borrow as much money as I could from student loans, since I will probably never pay the money back. How did Talmadge know? Imagine, if you can, the interest that would have accumulated on the loan I have outstanding, in 4-5 years, the interest that I will be able to take care of it?

(acerca de 4:0_ P.M.) How Phoebus does shine! How Aeolus does blow! But will the two be able to repair the damage left behind by Rain?
A gorgeous but cool low-60-degrees (F) this afternoon. I enjoy the 10:45 to 3:45 “shift.” I just may keep it for awhile!

(acerca de 4:24 P.M.) As I was walking between buildings “H” and “F,” a vehicle stop and rolled down the windows (it was going the opposite direction). “What is Claude Baxley doing on campus?” I thought to myself. The driver shook my hand (left). He asked to “see” my cap. I said,”No,” rather crudelly. Come to find out, it was Ronnie Harkins! I never realized that he had a cranial formation like Claude Baxley! And what a thing to say about my supervisor! Supposively he will provide me with a new cap, but keep in mind the source.

(acerca de 7:49 P.M.) George W. Bush raised the most money for his political party than any president in history. This election has been a terribly corrupt one. Any connection? As I told David, Jeff Sessions would win re-election to the U.S. Senate because he was brought and paid for by Bush. Well, Sessions won! I have no doubt that Jeff Sessions was victorious outside the polling place. The ballot box wasn’t favorable to Sessions: Bush was!
Most people think the next bit terrorist attack will be a repeat of 9-11. But the simple elements of democracy – voting, equality, etc – will be the second target of terrorism.
Not that election fraud hasn’t happened before: Ending Reconstruction, poll tax for African Americans, Joe Kennedy buying the election for his son JFK (in History class at FSU the instructor, Dr. Connor [?], stated that Joe Kennedy said to JFK, “I’m not going to buy you a landside!”) are all just a few of the manipulatory policies perpetuated at the polls. To quote Pogo again, “We have met the enemy, and it is us!”

(acerca de 8:30 A.M.) Why do they hate us? Because the United States accuses other nations of voting irregularities, and avoiding democratic elections. And what happens here at home? “Physician, heal thyself!”
The 27th edition of the “Dorland’s Illustrated Medical Dictionary” was my latest lagnappe for assuming the unwanted position of Book Depository director. I’m sure the book won’t be missed!

(7th, About 8:19 A.M.) I do my best writing in the mornings. Which is ironic, being that I’m not a morning person. With Darkness eating into more and more of the Daylight each day, however – both Standard Time and Winter favor Phoebe over Phoebus and engage in a lot of behind the scenes manipulations in order that Their Person wins; hey, They must be Republicans! – I have, voluntarily and involuntarily, “earlified” my working day.
It was shameful that I only produced four pages yesterday! In a volume this small, six pages should be the least I can do!
It was a crowded meeting. In attendance was Condeleeza Rice, President Bush’s National Security Advisor. I was sitting up front with the other hosts next to, of all people, granny. The speakers’s chairs were, of course, facing the audience.
I shall go not further; mainly because I don’t remember any more. But isn’t what I did retain – and I didn’t make the effort to keep the dream alive until I could write it down – should more than tell you what a horrible emotional state I must be – if indeed dreams decide such a fate! Let’s hope they don’t, for obvious reasons, but maybe dreams are more influential than they ought to be!
Kayla was sure anxious to get away from this house yesterday evening when Bill came for her around 7:45 P.M.! It was as if she was being held captive and her father was her rescuer! It was a sad sight to see! She (Kayla) had been left behind by her mother when she (Leslie) brought me home around 3:55 P.M.

(acerca de 9:30 A.M.) There is a lot of talk the the major contributing factor to the “success” of the Republican Party in the recent election was its unity, and therefore by extension, the Democrats did so poorly due to the party’ s disarray and the lack of unity. Well, it is much easier for the Republican Party to achieve unity than it is for the Democratic Party! After all, just how many types of Republicans can there be: One or two? Then take a look at the numerous elements that makes up the Democratic Party! Is it a wonder that the latter can’t decide on a common theme? Hell, it’s the Democratic voter that doesn’t vote!
Everyone agrees that it wasn’t so much the power of George W. Bush that “won” the election for the Republicans so much as it was the Democrats that “gave” it to the Republicans!

(acerca de 10:23 A.M.) I will be the first to admit that I was unfairly influenced in the above political analysis by CNBC, For News Channel, and CNN yesterday evening between the hours of 7:00 P.M. and 10:00 P.M. Surely you don’t think that I would voluntarily think about the political life of this country! There are far better contributors! Politics belong on television: Both are that meaningless to the true spirit of the United States!

(acerca de 4:01 P.M.) The Clouds overextended Themselves way too much Monday and Tuesday! They should have known better than to have presented Themselves yesterday! Damn, I could have told Them! Fortunately They have a very understanding Supervisor: The Clouds were given the day off to recoup Their losses.
Likewise with Wind. However Phoebus, like I must do occasionally, had to make up for those two day – Monday and Tuesday – with, as yesterday, what seems like two days of Shine in one.
A gorgeous day: The low-60-degrees (F) guided Fall through it. Cloudless, very bright, a tad of a breeze: That’s how I would describe it.

(acerca de 4:40 P.M.) A thought occurred to me this afternoon: Was my dismissal from the bookstore a punishment for Hazel? I understand that she is not well-liked by Leisa McGaha. Hazel has been having to deal with the bookstore by herself: Only Monday did it begin not open for business in the evening.
Or am I, as usual, being meglomanical?
There’s a lot of talk and criticism of smoking by the “secondary” front door of the administration Building. In fact, Ronnie stopped me yesterday (it was when I thought he was Claude Baxley at first) and told me to tell Milt to get rid of the bench: I guess he didn’t want students sitting there and smoking. But, although there are a few students that call attention to themselves by sitting and smoking, I know for a fact that teachers are the main culprits, mainly Ralph Cline, the computer instructor, and a female teacher: I have witnessed their “crimes” with my own eyes. Should I tell?

(8th, About 8:02 A.M.) It was a group of males I was a part of.
Incredible as it may seem and as embarrassing as it is in the retelling, the men (all of them mid- and late-20’s and early- and mid-thirties) were former animal handlers with a circus. I was “hawking” cordless razors for some reason. I had targeted a man (Scare? an elephant handler with Carson and Barnes Circus while I was touring with that show). To a small grouping o_ three or four males I declared that “I have more hair on my ass than he does on his face!” I tried to interest a male walking right-to-left (relative to the “viewer”) but, without stopping, he said something like, “I don’t think so!”
I reached my intended target. He was estatic over the razor. $8, I told him. He figured the tax at 46 cents, but I told him 8 x 6 (6% sales tax? That was quite a few years ago, unless the above didn’t happen in Alabama) is 48. A male walked by right-to-left (Mike? the short-lived Water Man on Carson and Barnes Circus) and jokingly said “$8.46.48.”
O’kay, I give up: What circumstances caused or are causing me to “produce” such a dream as this? I will give you a hint: Bill had mentioned that Calloway Gardens in eastern Georgia had a Big Top in the summer. The Big Top is the Florida State University Flying High Circus. As you surely recall, I did my best to volunteer my technical services to this student circus, but apparently my speech pattern irritated Richard ___, the director, and he failed to take me seriously when I told him of my circus past. If I had it to do over, I would either, A. Use the Dean of Students as a go-between; or, B. File a discrimination suite in federal court. But why this incarnation? Why a cordless razor? (I own one) Why $8? Why $8.46.48? And why “I have more hair on my ass than he has on his face!”?
Was this in truth the dream I had? Or am I honestly lying? This is why psycho-therapists should not just base an analysis of a patient on the dreams s/he relates: They could have nothing to do with the mental/emotional status under investigation.
On the other hand, the fact that a “non-related” interpretation was given to a dream may reveal much more than if the interpretation had been truthful!

(acerca de 9:19 A.M.) Even granny, at her age and status, remembers correctly I worked this past Monday in spite of the rain. It was Monday of last week that I enjoyed a rain day and worked Friday instead. But now Joyce is saying that I had a rain day this past Friday and owe CACC today. I went in on the past rainy Monday specifically so that I could be off today. But as I told granny, arguing with Joyce over working or not is not worth the trouble!
Joyce asked Leslie (the two of them were taking Kayla to the doctor), and Leslie agreed with her mother. Of course neither one of them have “normal” memories. Hell, it was yesterday afternoon that Joyce, as we were leaving CACC in order to get me home, asked me if I was off “tomorrow”! I checked my journal entry for Monday, and indeed I worked. Also, my time doesn’t lie.
But will I really “give in” to Joyce? I will tell you this evening (or this afternoon).
The first 45 minutes of THE NEWSHOUR WITH JIM LEHRER (5:30-6:30 P.M., P.B.S.), and the final 15 minutes of BUILDING BIG (8-9:00 P.M., P.B.S.) was the hour that television should only have of each of my days. I wish I could tell you that I followed the one-hour-per-day rule voluntarily, but I can’t: Kayla was over here from about 6:30 to about 8:40 P.M., yesterday evening. Bill and Leslie had taken her (Kayla) to Calloway Gardens for her (Kayla) real birthday anniversary (It was when Bill came to take the child home that he mention the Big Top at Calloway Gardens during the summer).
So this is the first full day of Kayla’s fifth year on earth?

(acerca de 12:54 P.M.) Three, four, five weeks ago in the course of a “discussion” I had with Joyce either going to work or coming from work, I inquired whether Josh (the former student and last part-time help, before me, in the bookstore) could do the required book keeping. Joyce said Hazel had to help him, that Josh was good at book-keeping but not on accounting. So in answer to your question, it wasn’t the inability to grasp the re-conciliation that get me dismissed from the book store. The thought occurred to me Wednesday afternoon that Hazel Jackson may have been a victim of punishment: She had been forced to work in the evenings, up until 28 October, when it was decided to close the book store around 5:00 P.M., every day.
But what the hell does it matter? I was probably promoted when I went to Grounds!

(acerca de 2:14 P.M.) A remote control is an inert object that can’t do anything until, like people, it eats. Batteries are inert objects that do nothing by themselves, but, I suppose, are tasty to things like remote controls.
Technology feeds on itself. Technology can not exist alone: It must be fed technology.
Batteries are technology. Feed batteries to a remote control and it (a remote control) will work for you. I purchased six “AAA” batteries for $3 from Family Dollar this morning, came home and fed two of them to my remote control. The contrivance responded. Now I won’t have to get up to turn channels on my television set.
I am reminded of the two cable boxes that Mike Gilliard wanted back after his father died: Anita Matlow stole the TV set. A message on my voice mail from Mike said he would forget about the television if only I would return the two boxes to him. This I did: For I A message on my voice mail from Mike said he would forget about the television if only I would return the two boxes to him. This I did: For I had no idea what they were for anyway.

(acerca de 2:46 P.M.) I made my almost-weekly trip to town (that sounds like I live in the country – or Walden’s Pond), in spite of the controversy of my Monday work schedule. In addition to the batteries from Family Dollar, I also bought two birthday cards for $1.00 from Family Dollar, a pack of cigarettes for $1.50 from the convenient store, a “book” of stamps for $7.40 (Holy Jesus!), and a dime novel or rather book – “Visual Communication for the hard of hearing” – from the library.
The Clouds are slowly refreshing Themselves from Their long work day of Monday and Tuesday: The gorgeous blue sky was partially inter-rupted with several. A slight breeze blows. The upper-60-degrees (F) followed me home and are still here.
I left for town around 9:55 A.M. I was “home” around 1:50 P.M.

(acerca de 3:24 P.M.) I have discussed with you the fact that all nations evolve in the same way, that one has only to look at the United States’ past to see the similarities going on now across the world. Aparteid, voting fraud: You name it and it has been done – and in a lot of cases going on to this day – by the U.S.! Which brings up an issue: If George W. Bush wants to know how to handle foreign policy, he should familiarize himself with American History. A country is not unique: Only the name changes.

(acerca de 3:54 P.M.) Yesterday afternoon while driving me home, Joyce told me the Doug Sterns, the history professor, had seen me counting the parking spaces Wednesday afternoon: I thought I was more invisible than that! The conversation led to Mr. Yarbough and Nathan Brackeen, two other “professors.” The latter is a dye-in-the-wool Republican. In spite of my historical perspective – that the Republican Party had been founded in 1856 and was then the liberal political party before it became changed somehow – Joyce more or less stated that the Democratic Party was more “Christian” than the Republican Party: The former was more caring about the Common Person, where as the latter only concerns itself with Big Business and the weathy. This is a way too simplistic description of the two main political parties! The fact, though, that Joyce judges what is “Christian” and what is not is laughable, given her racial and ethnic hatred. What a lucky co-incidence that the battery to my hearing aid had gone bad earlier: I have stated numerous times that there are advantages to being hard-of-hearing!

(acerca de 4:55 P.M.) Joyce is always telling me what a fine, outstanding man Hazel’s husband James is. If he is such a “big Christian” (whatever that is; is James a fat man?), why did Hazel have to drop her math course (Math 101) because taking care of her children didn’t leave her with enough time to study? James can’t use the excuse that he works full-time and therefore don’t have time for a “normal” domestic life: Hazel works full-time. Instead of being a fine, outstanding man, James sounds like a lazy son of a bitch!
James, though, has probably found out the hard way that Hazel is overly jealous of the children she shares responsibility for: He is the assistant parent, as most women “demote” their husbands to, and Hazel – again common among women – undos all his discipline and child-rearing policies. But, hey! an educational institution is a business! As long as a person pays her/his tuition, learning is up to her/him! Drop it, take it again, drop it, etc: It’s more money for the business!

(acerca de 6:43 P.M.) I don’t like Nathan Brackeen because he thinks that he’s God’s gift to the women! I said to Joyce as she was bringing me home yesterday afternoon. “More like to the men.” Joyce replied. “Is his sex orientation that way?” I asked. “I think so; even though he married that doesn’t mean anything!” Joyce stated.
I guess you can tell Joyce is homophobic, huh?
I must increase my juggling practice! If I have to, I may do eight or more mini-sessions of 10-15 minutes throughout the day. If things get bad, my bean bags may have to go to CACC with me!

(acerca de 7:25 P.M.) Several months ago, the remote control of the television set in the Family Room suffered from worn-out batteries. One day I went to change channels for granny using the on-the-set channel-changer. As I was doing it granny commented that I was messing the remote control up. In other words, manual manipulation of the TV set rendered inoperative a remote control! What a naïve notion!
Kayla was here until around 6:40 P.M., having stayed with “nana” (Joyce) when the latter and the former arrived home from the doctor, around 2:10 P.M. Leslie went on to work. I was still expected to: Even my “ally” – granny – betrayed me. But I do have irrefutable evidence of my presence at CACC Monday: Ronnie Harkins was riding (driving) his red pick-up, the Dork his passenger. He came the opposite direction and stopped me as I headed toward Building “H,” walking on the north side of the campus. I had only recently arrived. The rain had stopped. It was the afternoon that he “instructed” me to tell Milt to drive the pick-up and collect the green posts that surround several trees. And there is more evidence where that came from, as if I owe anybody an explanation! My word is proof enough! If not, then you “ain’t” worth knowing! And that includes my sister and niece!

(9th, About 8:13 A.M.) Granny is the perfect poster child for dying young (an awful thing to say about my mother? If you review her maternal behavior since 1999 – that’s overlooking the numerous years before 1999 – you will see that I have every right to express anti-granny rhetoric! The woman better be glad Joyce is willing to take of her: If it was up to me, she will get what she deserves!
Of course we all know that Joyce is only taking care of granny because she (Joyce) is a control freak and possesses a pathological need to be in charge. In a very real sense, Joyce is a dangerous woman!
There is a male in his forties, I guess, that I have been coming across on his bicycle for the past 2-3 years. He is a smoker. He also mows people’s yards. We used to speak and wave to each other.
That was before I spent two weeks at Burger King: His wife or girl friend was a co-employee. The woman had a car and pick-up truck, which, on cold days especially, the male would drive (the pick-up). I have no idea what my letter to Burger King’s managing company in Georgia (?) did – I wrote it, you recall, in December, seeking my pay check for my labor those two short weeks – but the male shuns me, as if I cared. Was there a shake-up at Burger King, his wife/girl friend being fired? Or am I being meglomanical once again?

(acerca de 8:47 A.M.) Watching NOW WITH BILL MOYERS (8-9:00 P.M., P.B.S.), it was a frightening picture guest Samantha Powers and Simon Schama presented of the United States of America: An empire, an oligarchy, the beginning of the end, etc. I often think that Bill Moyers is way too melodramatic, intentionally seeing the worse in every current event. I vow not to be brainwashed by him any more. But then I reconsider: The truth is painful. It is common for a person to want reality “candy-coated.”
Twenty-twenty-five years ago I turned my back on the C.B.S. program 60 MINUTES: In my opinion, the show was much too “doomdayish” for my taste. It was as much “disinformation” as what the program criticized others for. Steve and Mary Holt, naturally – the ultimate “Do as I say not as I do!” pseudo-___ - were harshly critical of my decision until, years later, the program discussed an issue that the two hypocrites were slanted stupidedly.
As I have stated, 9-11 changed the country in ways that are only now being felt. The terrorists won, and as soon as we come to terms with that, the better we can prepare against future attacks.
WASHINGTON WEEK (7-7:25 P.M., P.B.S.) wasn’t quite as “Fear of God” as NOW, but WEEK is more fantasy than fact. It is entertainment as opposed to NOW being a“disturber.”

(acerca de 9:56 A.M.) Usually over-the-shoulder shots are reserved for reaction poses from the actor. Such shots are used sparingly in fiction television: Non-fiction follows a different “playbook.”
When a person is speaking, the outer end of the mandible, where it connects to the ear, is seen to move. And if the over-the-shoulder doesn’t ___ it, the speaker’s jaw must be seen. Otherwise, there is the character’s voice emanating from a person other than her/his oral cavity. This is why over-the-shoulder shots are to be used very rarely. But tell that to MONK (9-10:00 P.M., U.S.A.): Monk was enamored by a guest “character” and was captured in several over-the-shoulder shots as his “hero” was talking to him. It is the type of sloppy “professionalism” that is way too common in the picture business! Why the producer(s) didn’t execute a close-up of Monk at this point is beyond me! If MONK was only on a cable network I could understand and overlook the amateurish technique, as bad as that is. But MONK is also carried by a major broadcast network – A.B.C. – and is therefore accessable to a lot more people! The wrong idea about film making is being promoted.

(acerca de 1:13 P.M.) The familial controversary over my work schedule Monday has been very productive: It confirmes what I have suspected all along, that Joyce feels I owe her for convincing CACC to give a job to her pathetic brother. Basically, the “position” I hold is her job and my body! What would happen if I assert total independence? We’re about to find out!

(acerca de 2:39 P.M.) I am currently sitting in a “new” chair: I uninvitingly appropriated a yard chair from the vacated house next door: You know, the former McHafey house. The chair was a part of a “gang” that was leaning against something by the north corner of the back. The house will never – or not for a long time – be occupied and the chair will never be missed: Why not re-cycle one to my butt?
The refreshed and raring-to-go Clouds have taken over the heavens this afternoon. Phoebus wants to make sure They are in shape: It relieves Them (the Clouds) every now and then. While the Clouds were preparing Themselves this morning, Phoebus also held the sky in ready.
A breeze and low-70-degrees (F) are easing the Clouds back into full-service.
You remember I told you that Richard Pereles justified his negativity about everything by claiming that reality is negative? Well, the more I experience the world, the more I agree with him. Damn I hate to give the guy credit for “correct” “philosophy”!

(acerca de 4:02 P.M.) Now if only I could have more days like this! Joyce and granny left early this morning for a trip to Huntsville to visit with David. It’s been just Deah and me – and the cats – the entire day, as it should be (though not the cats) everyday.
A bath day for Deah: I’m sure she wouldn’t want one every day.
I think I told you that David and his former friend Scott are just that: Former friends. He and David are parting as room mates, too. Joyce and I discussed the split, and we agreed that Scott was at fault. But I don’t know about that: David’s ways most likely irritated Scott. I think there have been temporary lulls in the friendship in the past: Scott was probably hoping that David would improve. But David is like his mother: He can’t or he won’t change. And Scott most likely couldn’t put up with it anymore. And he shouldn’t have to. That he tolerated it for as long as he did saids a lot for him.

(acerca de 6:00 P.M.) I didn’t realize how big a part concentration plays in juggling. No wonder I seem to work so hard with not much to show for it! All the technique in the world is to no avail if the concentration isn’t there!
I had two al fresco club juggling practices this afternoon of from 30-45 minutes each. And I must admit, my club juggling is impressive! But I can’t substain it: That’s where You come in, Concentration. It’s up to You to keep my attention out of reach of other things! But is Concentration controlled by Conscious or sub-conscious? Maybe the act of practicing itself automatically builds concentration. Quite possibly one can’t develop technique without, at the same time, have concentration crashed the party.
Joyce and granny are back. It was good while it lasted.

(10th, About 8:07 A.M.) One of these days I will become “entrapped” by one of the epiphanies that come to me every week or so!
Yesterday evening I was haunted by the memory of the numerous times that – I might as well admit it – “clung” to Joyce as a dance partner at the old Rec. Center, in the early- and mid-1960’s; when she visited that red-haired former friend (female) in the early-1980’s; the trip to Mobile to see Leslie play volleyball (earty-1980’s; etc. It was as if I was the “retarded” brother that Joyce had the responsibility for!
I came up with a sure-fire way for my journal to be published: If I become a murderer and/or traitor to my country, or do some other crime psych___gists will want to know what made me “bad.” Given the increased odds of becoming a victim of a terrorist attack, my life may be of interest posthumously.

(acerca de 8:46 P.M.) There is a commercial on the Comedy Central cable network (Channel 45) announcing late night television programming. The commercial begins by declaring that a given amount of people die in their sleep.
Another self-promoting commercial states that the dead can’t laugh.
Many people find Comedy Central offensive and in bad taste. But that is what comedy is. Comic playwrights such as Aristophanes and Plautus: Were they not raucous and “disrespectful”? Did they not offend many people? I am not claiming that SOUTH PARK (9-9:30 P.M.) is on the same level as the comedies of Aristophanes or Plautus, but I am saying that the program could very well be a ersatz version for the study of ancient Greek and Roman Comedy.
THE DISTRICT (8-9:00 P.M., C.B.S.) is just a program I find enjoyable. I would even be so bold as to declare the program so well-balanced: the script, the acting, the camera shots and rhythum, the editing, etc. One quickly forgets to pay attention to the technical elements. Very few television shows are able to do that!

(acerca de 10:10 A.M.) The status of my right eye makes it hard to read and write: As you may know, the periodic sty is once again making life “unbearable. However, I do my best, even with juggling.
For the record, I saw about fifteen minutes of NBC WEEKEND NEWS and listen to the rebroadcast of the president’s weekly radio speech and the Democratic response on C-Span between 5:30 and 6:00 P.M., watched Willie Nelson on CMT and a movie on AMC between 7:30 and 8:00 P.M.
Earlier in the late afternoon I listened to public radio while cutting out editorial cartoons from a stack of editorial pages from “The Daily Home.” Fox News Channel background my in-house juggling work-out yesterday morning.
The poor showing by the Democratic Party confirms one thing: The U.S. doesn’t have the level of freedom of speech that it thinks it has! By disagreeing with President Bush or being independently-minded, many candidates lost their jobs. The United States should think twice before trying to force democracy on Iraq! Especially now that the Republicans are so powerful in the government: or think they are.

(acerca de 11:30 A.M.) When Linda was working or volunteering at a hospital in Birmingham years ago, she talked about the female nurses that were attempting to marry a doctor.
From first-hand experience I can vouch for the fact that many female nurses are in search of a man with a large sexual organ, i.e. “dick” under the impression that the larger the penis, the better lover and father the male would be.
I told you of the article I read long time ago of a college where the male students ran naked across campus, while the female students watched out dorm windows and made their selection based on the man’s “dong.” In fact, a lot of women – and men – only attend college to find the “educated” father – or mother – for their children. Lalo Marillo of Carson and Barnes Circus “fame,” and I discussed this “motivation” one morning: I think the “stand” was in Muscle Shoals, AL, and Lalo and I were on our way to a fast food restaurant for breakfast.
And then for women to state that pornography degrades them! Sure it does, but what do you think the above do to men?
Humans are not bestial, huh? Yea right!
I seem to recall Andrew Young, when he was Jimmy Carter’s Ambassador to the United Nations, stating that the U.S. had political prisoners. He was forced to resign. Long live freedom of speech!
That was the late-1970’s. About ten years later an African American female served as the Surgeon General, Dr. Joycelyn (?) something. She advocated masturbation. She was fired. She was a victim of “free” speech.
And let not forget Bill Maher, the host of the former late night show on television, POLITICALLY INCORRECT. He voiced tongue-in-cheek “approval” of the 9/11 terrorists and was axed. If you say the U.S. doesn’t have freedom of speech, I’ll kill you! But seriously, folk, freedom of speech is to be able to comment on freedom of speech, or lack thereof.

(acerca de 12:52 P.M.) I suppose you could say that an involvement with a woman like Anita Matlow was inevitable, given my “semi-dependence” on Joyce. As luck would have it, this “semi-dependence” was quickly crushed after I got done with Anita Matlow. Keep in mind that Anita was too Joyce-like, as I slowly found out. It was as if I was doing incest on a non-related subjust every time Anita and I had sex.
Anita Matlow came just before I became 50. It was as if the Muse had one last “treatment” for me before I “crossed over”! I shutter to think what my post-50 life would be if I hadn’t been given that “elixir!

(acerca de 4:04 P.M.) I am not a military strategist. I don’t care about weapons of war. But I would like to know the generalities of a battle. That is why I only watched 34-36 minutes of BATTLEFIELD (10-midnight, P.B.S.) yesterday evening. The Battle of Midway Island was discussed and all I wanted from the program was a historical perspective so that I could at least be at home among military people (why?).
Is Fall trying to blow this day away? It is more Spring-like than autumnal. Could it be that Fall is embarrassed by the low-80-degrees (F)? It is not what one expects in November!
Then again, maybe Fall arranged this day to compensate for the American Empire that is being created in Washington as we speak.
And for our viewing pleasure, Phoebus presented one of the better shows. A gorgeous day to counter the potentially deadly epiphany that attacked me yesterday evening!

(11th, About 9:23 A.M.) Hell hath no fury like Storm! Was Fall ever angry at Spring late yesterday evening and early this morning for the support the latter gave to lower-80-degrees (F) yesterday afternoon! Fall was so angry that It sent Tornado to deal with Spring: Spring didn’t disarm back when It had suppose, so Fall took military action (Sounds familiar?).
Around 1:15 A.M., this morning, the weather alarm sounded. David called from Huntsville that Tornado was headed for Childersburg. So Joyce, granny, and I (and Deah and the cats) sought shelter in the hall way, the radio blaring from my room, the door being shut.
Granted, maybe Spring had been out of line yesterday, even though It received the majority of the popular vote. But Fall’s reaction was much too violent, also out of line! It was uncanny how much Fall’s response was analogous to the Bush administration obsession to war with Iraq!
Today is Veteran’s Day. It could very well have been the gods using Storm to celebrate the belligerent nature of the human race and to remind us that, although we may kid ourselves into thinking of the human race as a peaceful animal, above the beast, we are no more than a pugnacious species like all the others. The American Empire has no choice but to fight: The very definition of “empire” make warmongering necessary.

(acerca de 10:00 A.M.) The name of Winnifer Forsyte’s husband, in MASTERPIECE THEATRE’s “The Forsyte Saga” is “Monty,” not Dartie.” And “Soames” is the way one spell the name of Irene’s estranged husband.
MASTERPIECE THEATRE (9-10:00 P.M., P.B.S.) has always presented well-crafted programs: That’s why it’s call MASTERPIECE THEATRE. That I am just now finding that out reveals to you how slow I am at grasping things.
Is it that “The Forsyte Saga” is so expertly done, or does a sloppily put together show like MONK make any mistakes that may have been committed by “The Forsyte Saga” vanish into thin air as it were?
Professional outlets such as “The Forsyte Saga” is extremely rare! The vast majority of work in the commercial theatre and film/television is of the MONK caliber.(continued)











































































































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