My favorite remained the basic roast chicken. What a deceptively simple dish. I had come to believe that one can judge the quality of a cook by his or her roast chicken.
-Julia Child
MY LIFE IN FRANCE
Twenty-five years ago today:
Photo: Mom, Oct. 10, 1987
A photo I took of my mom before she was leaving to work for her swing shift at the US Postal Service.
Photo: Lauren and Helen, Oct. 10, 1987
A photo of Helen Wong-Armijo and my niece, Lauren Armijo in a relaxed moment in time at my Townhouse in Alameda, CA.
The Beginnings – Part 99:
I ALWAYS SEE YOU
Monday, October 3, 1983
My work day passed quickly. Helen is on vacation. I decided to take a walk to the Ordway Building. While I was there I filled out four job transfer forms in preparation for November 3rd(my 18-month required time-in-title date).
My afternoon client meeting went over quite smoothly, too. It changed the monotony of the usual work week. I sold over $500 worth of Telecommunication Services today.
I cruised in my car to mom and dad’s house after work.
Mom had said, “I made a roast chicken with zucchini, so if you want some…come over.”
How could I refuse a scrumptious homemade meal? I had a glass of orange juice to go along with the dinner.
I returned to my pad and rested a while until I decided to ride my bike along the beach until 7PM. I returned home and made myself some hot-chocolate.
While sipping my hot-chocolate I saw a preview of the new Natalie Wood film (BRAINSTORM). It’s her final movie and I really must see it!
I called Barbara Reynolds and we had a nice chat about her lover doldrums with Robert. We also talked about places Canada and New York and the concept of transferring out of our current rat race.
While I was on the BART train today a dirty looking fellow noticed me.
He greeted me with a fond, “Hello there.”
I replied, “Hello.”
I didn’t want to appear all stuffy and stuck-up.
He surprised me when he said, “I always see you on the BART train.”
It was only the second time I had ever noticed him. He’s muscular and fairly good-looking but has a kind of a ‘dirty look’. It’s probably because of whatever he does during his job in Richmond. Is he a mechanic? Whatever…it was a short conversation. I wonder if I’ll ever see him again.
I tried to call George at 2PM today but his phone rang continuously. At 7:30PM his line was busy, busy, and busy.
At 8:30PM his mom answered the phone and said, “George has gone out for some ice-cream with God knows who.”
George did call me back.
“How was the ice-cream?”
He laughed and said, “Oh yeah…I went with Kevin and his sister to bid her farewell before her trip to Hawaii.”
We didn’t talk for too long because his mom was there. I didn’t even have a chance to tell him about the Nici ‘seduction attempt’ or the mechanic-looking dirty dude on the BART train or about my new, sensual Nastassja Kinski print.
I thought, “Oh well…I guess George can deal without me for a while.”
I decided to refrain from calling him. I intend on unplugging my phone for a couple of days. Let’s see how he deals with not being able to reach me. Will he even try to contact me? I’m skeptical.
Tomorrow is the ‘getting my car tire’ fixed during my lunch hour day. There’s always something.
Michelangelo Morisi had all the right attributes of the social rebel: Pride, murky ambition, contempt for society, untrustworthiness and denial of the rules of honor even in personal relations.
-Peter Robb
M-The Man Who Became Caravaggio
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