My wonderful roommates….took me out today for a “birthday Brunch”….to the Sunset Marquis…their garden restaurant…

what I loved was talking with them about their feelings of Life…their dreams and worries…..

mine of course have changed drastically since I was their age…(they are in their 20’s)….

one of the main worries is the environment….Zach said that is why he follows the California way of washing his car once a month…..something I had Not heard about…but makes sense to me…

I told them about how when I grew through my teens..on my father’s canoe trips…in the Northern part of this continent…..where we were flown in by private plane and were told by the Canadian Mounties that they would not look for us …unless we did not show up in 30 days at our destination which was always 500 miles away…..that we could drink out of the lakes and streams…..I mean “bottle water”…in all its plasticity…was decades away…it was the period before “acid rain”…

spending time with them was SOO rewarding for me…we talked about mentors in our early adulthood…..of ISIS…of how to soooo many now..young kids who are transiting to adulthood…rebelling against their parents and the established rule…as we all have done…how ISIS is appealing …it is totally God awful with the resources they have….so many of the educated leaders of Saddam’s army who were thrown out after we “liberated and tried to create a democracy”…they have all joined to create this scarey group….and THAT is as political as I will get…..

my brother sent me a letter from a guy whom I loved….that Jimbo typed my Mom…after he met her at Forest Lodge one summer years ago..saying how much he enjoyed meeting her…saying “I have never met a more wonderful person”…and how he looked forward to meeting her at Christmas…

seeing his oh so familiar signature…well just tore me apart…

he was murdered by an ex-lover one day after I left our apartment (in the building my uncle had left me and 2 others) to go shopping……I came back and the street was closed…helicopters hovering…swat teams on roof tops with their rifles aimed toward my building….I told them I lived on the block and they HAD to let me in…when I went up the back wooden staircase into my apt…I was met by this female Sheriff …she said JImbo had been shot…she would let me in…BUT I could not see him as the vision of him dead on the cold tile of my uncle’s bathroom would NEVER leave me…..

….he is someone I never would have bedded as I didn’t wanted to ruin a friendship…..we lived together for many a year…he with his lover and I with mine….mine was disastrous…his well after they broke up smashed Jimbo’s windshield one night….the next one murdered him…

but in all my Life he is the one man I Totally Loved.

as he believed in magic…in kindness….

..he called me Robert….he asked me once..”Robert can we live together for the rest of our lives…you with your lover and me with mine?”….well that TOTALLY touched a cord in me that I will never Ever forget….

Jimbo was one of these extraordinarily beautiful individuals… who would literally give you the shirt off his back ….if you needed it…

EVERYONE in West Hollywood City Hall totally adored him…he use to go off on his bicycle at lunch time to Koo Koo Roos….which was new back then…and bring back on his handlebars….12 lunches…..

it is the only time that the WHOLE of City Hall….gave a Memorial Service for a departed individual…..in Hart Park……

One thing about us aging baby boomer that is NEVER talked about….like being Gay was when I was younger…is MEMORY…ALZHEIMERS…..

all I can say…is that my memory started to change after I turned 60….and now…I have to go back in a book to see what I read the day before….and if someone asks me about a play or movie that I might have seen over the weekend…I have to ask what is the plot…and then I can tell them if I saw it………

and the strange thing is that I have NEVER been Happier in my Life…as I wrote my sister Daidie….does that mean I am about to fade into the murky clouds of ALZ….I said if so….get me to start smoking again….eat terribly unhealthy food….so my life will end sooner…as who wants to be a shell…..

my roommate Zach said it was heart wrenching to see the mentor of his life dissolve into Alzheimer’s grasp….

so if any of you…my friends should see me in this God Awful state…make sure I have my ipod…my computer…and tons of beer…and when 9.9 years pass (the length of my Long Term Health Ins) visit me with your dry cleaning so the bags just happen to fall over my face and suffocate me………………

the only reason I have said all this…is WHY should I be so Happy…..

my grandmother Matteson whom I never met as she was crisped to death in a car accident with my grandfather when my Dad was a Sophmore in college….

my uncle Sumner said she was a WITCH!!!…she would KNOW…..like when he snuck into the Grand Movie Theatre in St Paul…as she and their driver would pounce on he and Billy Lightner as they exited…..he told her to her face “You Are A Witch”…..

she and my Grandfather use to winter in Florida….well this one time …before she left…she hand wrote a note…..of how she wanted the chapel to look like when they died..the flowers on the altar…etc……of how….she wanted her wedding ring to go to my father and how she wanted her husband’s diamond and sapphire ring to go to my uncle….(which he wore until he died…and he left it to…me….and I have worn it ever since)……

so maybe I have inherited her vision to for see the future…..hopefully not……

The one delightful thing I am looking forward to is meeting my roommate Meg’s wonderful mother …a TRUE Southerner…born after Miss Scarlet’s time…a Modern Southern Woman…..I do SO Love the company of a woman…and still don’t know why I was born Gay…………………

all of these voices in my head …………… is why I keep asking myself ….Why Should I be SO Happy……………..(sigh)

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