Great show. Loved Richard Hatch but rumors were he never quite fit into Michael Douglass' old shoes.
But I'm looking forward to roaming them (sans Karl Malden) next month. I think Spring Break runs just after the date of the awards ceremony so I won't have to be in a hurry to get back home 'cause my kids won't have to get up for school and such.
Am taking the bus--it'll only be a day's ride. Everyone I've told about my trip who's been to San Francisco is telling me that I'll love it. No doubt about that.
I'm paying my own way, but I don't mind because I view myself as a band looking for gigs wherever one may be found in order to develop a fan base and create name recognition. PLUS there's that vacation from motherhood and I can just go off and be Gwendolyn instead of Mom.
I wish Maya still lived there, but she's off to China. Still I may get to meet this man I know via an online writer's workshop. There are some people I know from online interactions that I would love to meet in person and Bill Robinson is one of them.
Talented writer, very kind and supportive guy. He has these wonderful tales he occasionally shares with me-- I wrote a story about Superman (the George Reeves one) and it turns out that Bill used to be a postman and delivered the mail to Mr. Reeves' mother who spent a good deal of her life trying to prove that her son did NOT commit suicide, but was murdered.
An old codger, Bill is. Wise and generous to boot.
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