Thunderbolt City

Sunday, Jan. 21, 2007 - 1:13 a.m.

It never rains but it pours.

Two bolts out of the blue.

I got a very charming email from one of the members of the only band I was ever officially in.

We are both signed up over on Classmates dot com, and we go SO far back that I was one of the first people he ever took for a drive after he got his drivers license. He's still doing band work as a hobby, though, and he's promised to send word when he finally has a show and a gig developed enough to actually show to people.

He and his family also go to Disneyland like nobody's business, so it's possible I'll get a chance to meet with him and his family down there at some point.

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The second blue bolt was a telephone call from Br1@n Cl@yt0n. He and his houseload of women have moved back up within striking distance of the Bay Area, and it's entirely possible I am actually going to see him in person sometime in the next several weeks.

He spent nearly an hour on the phone with me, and thus rescued the friendship from the slavering jaws of doom.

When it comes to some people, I am a complete failure at being hard-hearted.

I guess BC will always be on that list.

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Twenty-six years ago yesterday, the Iranian Hostage Crisis ended, and Ronald Reagan became President.

My grandfather had died earlier that month, and my grandmother had given me his little red Hitachi radio with which he used to listen to baseball games out on the front porch. I thought the day's news was so compelling on so many fronts, I brought that radio with me to school that morning. My english teacher, Mr. Conners, saw me listening before class, and when I caught his eye, I apologized and said I'd turn it down, and that when the bell rang, I'd put it away.

He got a glint in his eye and said not to bother; with the news, nobody was going to be able to concentrate anyway, and would I please keep the radio on so we could hear the inauguration speech.

Thank the gods that there were still some teachers in the California school system who were able to close the lesson plan book once in awhile.

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Oh, look! Somebody over on a California State University, Monterey Bay server went and Yahoo Searched the term 'andybell38' and ended up here.

Find anything interesting? Heh heh heh...

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Okay, there ya go. Have a good Sunday.

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