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Saturday 28 September 2002 |
Going to NYC for the going-away party, I sat down next to a woman. I tried reading my book, but after driving so long, I was just tired and tried to rest my eyes. Fidgeting beside me, over and over. I asked if she wanted to take the aisle seat. She explained that she just fidgeted. So that rolled into a conversation. Studying for a Doctorate in Physical Therapy in Philadelphia, composer boyfriend who waits in Times Square (also worked for Foreigner postproduction, gold records on the wall), and on 11 Sep 2001, she helped out at the medical bivouacs that sprung up. All I wanted to do was sleep, but I have trouble ending interesting conversations.
Well, I made up for that this afternoon. Frigging five hours and didn’t get to do what I wanted to do.
11:02:54 PM 
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The performance team (except for Susan, in NH) took Jon Harris out to dinner in New York at one of the China Chalets, the walk up down the street, near AIG. It was a melancholy affair. Sure he’s only going to AZ, and once a month he’s coming back, and he’s going to have all that free time to get on our backs online and on the phone, but still.
On the way back, we reminisced about Lou and Rob and other sites. Like I said, a melancholy affair.
12:23:33 AM
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