My mother used to bound into the kitchen, arms flapping, questions blurting, needlessly consuming space, and all the soothing traffic patterns of measured ingredients and prep timelines would snarl into what felt like a tumor of disarray.
What a circus! The first time Tony and I visited San Francisco together (1979?), we ran into a guy on the street who he went to elementary school with, and he was involved with the Theatre of All Possibilities and eager to recruit us. I think we attended something ... but have not recollection of it except that all of our cult alarms were highly activated.
What a circus! The first time Tony and I visited San Francisco together (1979?), we ran into a guy on the street who he went to elementary school with, and he was involved with the Theatre of All Possibilities and eager to recruit us. I think we attended something ... but have not recollection of it except that all of our cult alarms were highly activated.
OMG, you have first-hand experience with the draft! Who knows? If things had gone a different way, we could have met on the inside!
Oh my stars…I remember this. You are such a magically talented human.
Btw-Weenie, Eloise’s dog was , of course, a pug. 🥰😜
I wish I could have been at the circus to see you & hear you & hug you. xxx
M-
I wish you could have been there too! I miss and love you so much. xoxo
I loved being there and hearing your essay! 🧡
I was so happy you were able to join us!
xox