When I posted on Susie’s 16th birthday (October 6), I mentioned that I had sent another gift to her, but I could not divulge it, because it had gone astray in the mail stream. (Someone in the Columbus post office probably threw it in the wrong tub, which meant it went on the wrong flight, and ended up in Honolulu instead of Florida.)
The USPS people in Hawaii were able to right its course, so Susie received her gift, albeit a little later than I hoped. There were two gifts in the padded envelope. One was a spiral Beatles notebook (which Susie says will either be her next journal or an idea notebook). The other was a black T-shirt from Records Per Minute, one of the many eclectic record stores (very minimal inventory of compact disks and cassette tapes) that I haunt, and to which I have brought Susie.
|I gave Susie the notebook on the left. All four of these choices are available from The Fab Four Store.
I was briefly tempted to buy one for myself, so as to continue my own diary, but I am using a large bound legal ledger right now. I told myself that once I turned 50, I would use these books as diaries, instead of the Dollar Store composition books I’ve used for the past decade or so.
I am home from Fritz the Nite Owl’s showing of Halloween (1978). Hate to cut it short, but it is past 3:30 in the morning, and the caffeine I had at Studio 35 has long ago worn off. I realized that I had been quite unfair to my readers, leaving you dangling about what Susie received for her birthday. So, now that we’re all breathing again, I will post this entry and crawl toward the bed.