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Back Tomorrow Well, the written material the rent board sent to Thomas today is a bit different than the story he heard over the phone. Essentially, the landlord can pass on his expenses when he's experiencing a negative cash flow and as an old real estate analyst, I know that's not just a hole in the tent, that's the whole tent. It's all right. I'm ready to move and the end of June is a good date. Get me out looking. Something with a little patio and a place for a table with an umbrella. I'm an American, after all, what is life without a charcoal grill, a table and an umbrella? A baseball game on an outdoor television set and an ice chest filled with beer? Hard to say. I've never done anything like that before. Never even been crazy enough to try. Until now. Tomorrow at 11:00 AM they take the braces off. By the time anyone reads this it will be done. What am I going to whine about? No residual aches and pains where all these little clamps are wrapped tightly around my teeth and gums? The first jolt when I space out and crunch down on a piece of ice in a soft drink? (I've gotta stop that, by the way. You live alone, nobody's around to mention how that looks and sounds. Crunch crunch crunching along with the more polite studiously studying the walls.) Maybe it will be a benefit of the operation. No more jaw breakers, ice cubes or steaks cut from cows raised on Portland cement and reconstituted rat hormones. I'll start with Pizza, of course, Pepperoni sliced thin as a rubber sheet and mushrooms marinated in chicken fat and Mozzarella. (Stop, for god's sake, OK? OK.)
Today they started the bands up again playing during the noon hour
at the Oakland City Center. Maybe it was a special event for Cinco
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de Mayo, but I hope it was the beginning of the different band every
Wednesday at noon series. I get tired of shooting the performers
(with the exception of certain female blues bands, of course, the
older the better), but the audience is always interesting. I set
out a little early to pick up a tuna sandwich and a V8 juice to
eat back at my desk and noticed the crowd forming and
the band tuning up. Ate the sandwich, drank the V8 juice, loaded a
camera with TMX-100 black and white film and wandered back to listen
to the band and get some pictures. The Humane Society and some of its
offshoots were there in force with tables and kitty cats and parrots.
Parrots are better shot in color, I think, but I shot a bunch anyway.
The owners paraded their pets full tilt boogie and I obliged
with a roll of film. I get the contact sheet back tomorrow.