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Flight And Friendship

Thursday, Jun. 28, 2007 - 5:04 a.m.

The trip back to the Bay Area was just fine; I truly enjoy my visits to the southland, but there's nothing to really equal the splendor of a return night flight.

I left Dave and his place a little spiffier than when I arrived -- he received a haircut, and the kitchen floor was scrubbed.

During the two weeks, I also got to spend some time getting to know Invisble Jim, The New Roomie.

He's a well-read and very interesting person.

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On Tuesday evening, I ate dinner with none other than Scott Hysmith, who was ensconced about an hour away on business.

AND.

He showed up without telling me what time he was going to show up.

AND. He was practically EARLY.

Serves me right, and anybody who has read this blog since the beginning knows why this is ironic and something I giggled at. N thats all I got to say bout that.

ANYway.

Cell phone rang. It was him, and me thinking he was telling me he was leaving his hotel room to make the one-hour drive to where Dave lives. Methinks, I still have an hour to try and look kind of okay.

But instead, it was him asking if it was okay to park right there on the street.

Then through his bluetooth, I heard the car door slam.

My beleagured friend was treated to a false start of an alarmed and uncivilized-looking female shambling (or maybe I mean scrambling) into pants and then into the living room and dashing over to undo the deadbolt, and at the same time trying to undo her hair and yelling at him to come on in and don't come into the back room.

Upon thinking about it, I did mean scrambling.

I arranged my hair and put on a shirt suitable for the outside world and took a deep breath and went back out into the living room. Take Two: Scott and I laughed and hugged, and I proved he showed up by sending a phone pic to Dave and to John.

Then we went to dinner. Just Denny's, but it was cool in the restaurant, and we got a chance to visit.

When dinner was over, we came back to Dave's, and we sheltered in place until the Disneyland fireworks started, and we looked out one of the west windows and saw the show fairly clearly.

Scott finally said goodnight and headed back to his room at around ten.

It was a really good visit.

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I got home late Wednesday night, and the place is gorgeous. John really did a magnificent job.

Thank you, John.

And Dave? Thank you for being such a good host, as usual.

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Okay. I'm beat. Gonna go fall down now.

Have a good Thursday!

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