They were still subordinate to clock and calendar. I looked at all the people, feeling sorry for them. When I went to the Bank of America Friday, and stood in line, I started to become impatient. Five thousand seven hundred and ninety-two dollars and thirty-four cents.įunny. Except, of course, the traveler’s checks and cash. By my side, my faithful ol’ cassette recorder. In the other suitcase, my phonograph, headphones, and ten Mahler symphonies. In one, my dark brown suit, my dark green sport coat, slacks, a few shirts, underwear, socks, shoes, and handkerchiefs, my small zip case of toiletries. Odd to think that one more penny flip and I’d be in San Francisco late this afternoon. Solipsism is my game now.įlipped a coin before I left the house heads north, tails south. Past Gemco, past the Valley Music Theatre. The sky bright blue thin pale streamers of clouds. Farewell, Woodland Hills.Ī really gorgeous day. A quick turn left-ease over-right turn-up the ramp and onto the Ventura Freeway. Waiting at the stop sign by Topanga Boulevard. Mailed my last bill payments off to Ma Bell and The Broadway In the empty parking lot outside the post office. The nozzles greet it, shooting out their long, thin streams of lather. Staid, acceptable, and moderately priced my kind of car. Drinking beef broth purchased from the vending machine. Everyone at church? A beige Mercedes-Benz just inched by. Adios Amigos printed on the sign above the gatehouse. Away from Bob and Mary, from their house, from my little guest house out in back from Kit who came to visit while I worked, clomped hooves, sighed, nickered, groaned, and, all else failing to evoke attention and potential feed, bumped her nose against my wall. Pepper trees on each side of the road, foliage stirring in the breeze.Īlmost out now.

Down one side of a road dip, up the other.

Past the three-rail fences painted white. I want to thank Miss Marcie Buckley for her generous assistance in the compilation of research materials for this story.ĭriving down Long Valley Road. Recollection of our past together is the happiest of time travel.

Somewhere in time novel