Up In The Air

A lie was something you told because you were mean or a coward. A story was something you made up out of something that might have happened. Only you didn’t tell it like it was; you told it like you thought it should have been.

-Betty Smith
A TREE GROWS IN BROOKLYN

Twenty-five years ago today:

April 21, 1987
Tuesday

I did it.  I called in sick with my phony Poison Oak excuse.

I took care of my auto maintenance by going to OIL CHANGERS for oil, filter and lube job. I also went to the Department of Motor Vehicles to renew my Driver’s License.

By midday I was with my niece, Ashley. I took her to the park. It was relaxing. I slept for a part of the afternoon and I actually went on a great bike ride.

Eileen and I talked on the phone for about an hour. We’re still hot on the idea of driving to Los Angeles for a weekend. The details are all ‘up in the air’ though. Who knows if it will happen at all?

I had a tall mountain to climb, with many treacherous glaciers still to cross, but finally, at last, I had obtained a stamped and signed entry visa to the paradise that lay beyond.
-C.D. Payne
YOUTH IN REVOLT