|KHftCEA 2000-05.2 May|
KHftCEA 2000-05.2 May
Mo and I have (hopefully) secured a new apartment- in Watertown, not too far from Nina + Billy and an easy walk to Event Zero's future offices.
Now I'm with Bill watohing Ivan in "The Kindness Factor"- reminds me of the middle school productions of the plays I wrote- "Starpox" and "Kinda Feeble Fables" (I think Monticello only performed the former, but both were performed by the Doboma Theater in Coventry in Cleveland Heights.) In terms of acting (using the term loosely) I remember being the Father in "Cheaper By The Dozen".
Something New For The Holidays [coming soon to a watercooler near you] "Melted Snowman In A Jug"
--New Yorker Cartoon, Dec 27 1999 & Jan 3 2000
I wish you had, but I'm glad you didn't.
--Sandra Bernhard, "May I kiss you on the lips, Miss Sandra?"
TO THE BEST WIFE A MAN EVER HAD:
Honey, I am writing to say a few things that I might leave unsaid if I should depart this world unexpected-like. In this flying business you never can tell when you might all of a sudden get unlucky and wake up dead. I suppose this shows me up for being an old sentimental fool, but I thought if I could make sure you know how I feel about such things it might be a comfort.
First of all, let's face one fact--everybody ends up dead. Think of all the infants and children and people who had the misfortune to die before they got much of anything out of life, and then think of all I got out of it.
Even if I should die the day after writing this, I am still one of the luckiest people who ever lived, and you know it. When you come right down to it, I've done just about everything I've wanted to do and seen about everything I've wanted to see. Sure, I'd like to stick around while the boys are growing up, and have fun with you once they've done doing that and when we have time again. But you and I agree so closely on how to raise a family, I'm sure that the boys are going to be all right. And I've had enough fun with you to last a lifetime.
Don't let the memories of me keep you from marrying again, if you run across somebody fit to be your husband, which would be hard to find, I know. But you're much too wonderful a wife and mother to waste yourself as a widow. Life is for the living. (That's not original, I'm sure.)
So get that smile back on your face, put on some lipstick and a new dress, and show me what you can do toward building a new life. Just remember me once in a while--not too often, or it'll cramp your style--and as long as I'm remembered, I'm not really dead. I'll still be living in John, Bill, and Al, and Dan, bless their hearts. That's what they mean by eternity, I think.
My love as always,
[Jack Sweeney, stationed in Bermuda, died a few weeks later when his plane crashed in the Atlantic.]
I love how Cleveland's new stadium Jacobs Field already has the nickname "The Jake."
You know, Cable TV has a lot of evil, but watching a Woody Allen flick on a Wednesday night while writing e-mail makes up for a lot of that.
"Killer Tees" would be a good name for AIDS-related t-shirts, but I'm not sure if anyone would get it.
Last weekend was commencement for many schools, including Tufts I think. And of course it's been four years since college. It hits me that maybe my mortality pages are kind of like my thesis for some kind of degree from the School of Not-So-Hard knocks- I like that idea, though it's a bit silly.
"Don't speak unless you can improve on the silence."
I'm embarassed that I didn't censor parts of this for Kirk.... He's read all these personal and hateful feelings that I've left in here. His kisses were terribly sweet, though. I hope I won't be too forward or greedy. (grin!) (Let's do it again)
--penultimate entry from R's red journal. I wonder if it was any influence on the KHftCEA? I'm flattered she gave it to me, and impressed with some of her writing. (Wow- it's been a while since I've written creatively in this journal.)