Every Time I Think Of You

A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike.  And all plans, safeguards, policies and coercion are fruitless.  We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.
-John S Steinbeck (1902-1968)
American author

Twenty-five years ago today:

April 2, 1987
Thursday

At least it was payday today. I received a NET amount of $622.

Carla and I enjoyed lunch at BILL’s KITCHEN.

I am very well caught up with my work load. I am beginning to have ‘not much to do’ at my desk. I am certainly not going to mention it to anyone. I will make myself look busy and take advantage of the temporary lull. I may help Freddie with her work load though. She has a ton of accounts that still need to be worked.

I was bicycling by 4:30PM. It was very windy in Alameda. I kept hearing that song RIDE LIKE THE WIND in my mind as I felt a great feeling of accomplishment from the invigorating ride.

Jeff Sombat telephoned from Hawaii again.
Jeff announced happily, “You are called--by me--more than anybody I know.
I sighed with an, “Ahh,” thinking ‘what a nice chap’.
I don’t know about Jeff though. He got my mind whirling tonight from what he had said after I said, “I’m thinking of moving to Los Angeles but I’m not sure what I want to do.”
Jeff said, “We’re already doing it!”
It made me realize that we are all never sure what we want but what we are doing must not be all bad otherwise we wouldn’t be doing it. This makes sense I suppose.
Jeff asked, “How much money do you make?”
I could tell he was impressed with my biweekly NET pay of $600 plus including the time off I get with pay.

I didn’t bother going to the gym tonight. I am a slacker. What the heck…at least I went cycling.

Eileen called me from CITY NIGHTS at two o’clock in the morning. What was she thinking?
Eileen screeched, “I had to call you because they’re playing EVERY TIME I THINK OF YOU by THE BABYS right now!”
I laughed and said, “How sweet of you to call me.”
Does this mean that this is our song?
She said, “You can come over tomorrow night if you want. I can change my plans.”
This made me really feel good as I wondered ‘what had gotten into her’ all-of-a-sudden. I tend to love her more and more from her unexpected surprises. I’ve been considering the idea of sending her flowers. I will send some to mom, too.

I kept talking to a minimum, as talking decreased the emotion.
-Keith Banner
THE LIFE I LEAD, a novel