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accident on 422

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in th lc parking lot. walking to 422 to check th traffic out. hallman clan had their cadillacs parked where pearce’s usually were at night. i walked back to a car where we used to park in the mornings, behind th office

there seemed to be some urgency at getting away, as if someone was going to come after us. i had been going to drive but was glad when someone else (an older man i looked up to) took th wheel since it was raining

th rain stopped after we’d driven down 422 past th golf course, but th street was still slippery and a car coming toward us began swerving. we narrowly avoided collision, but i turned and watched th car spin and make a vehicle behind us swerve out of control and suffer a phenomenal collision. a truck came out of th smashup careening toward us, th roof was leveled and th driver had been killed by decapitation, his body was bloody and messy chopped off at th shoulders

bill and mm were having a fight. he chased her into our bedroom. they and th reb and i were all naked. but it was just a misunderstanding, and soon they were back in bed together happy

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Written by macheide

29 November 1977 at 4:04 am

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franklin station

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chet was at th cuozzo street apartment when we came back from a movie. when i began talking to him it was morning. he had stayed overnight with us in our bed. i didn’t even bother showing my displeasure, wasn’t even worth that. th reb was in th tub, so he was nervously waiting to say goodbye to her. after a while though, i got tired of having him around, so demanded he leave without giving her his regards. i was standing on a box looking out th bedroom driveway window. he was mumbling pitifully while i was ordering him out, like an absentminded wino or donald miller talking to himself. i wondered if he knew how weak he looked. maybe is was a sham to make me lower my guard

th reb was telling me she had received a card from chet for her birthday. i read it. it was written in one color on one side and another on th other. he “thought” maybe her letter answering his sep 77 one had been lost in th mail. th reb didn’t want me to phone him and tell him to shove off

i was riding th newark nj subway. patty and two of her friends got on at washington street. i thought that perhaps i could find where she lived by hiding in th shadows at th corner of washington and raymond blvd, watching which direction she came from. she was wearing a stylish cherry-colored overcoat like deb papile. although we had been headed for penn station and didn’t turn around, soon we were approaching franklin station

for a moment jim was beside me. i stood on th middle doorstep as th trolley took its turn. patty also came to th door at my left elbow but i was lost in some distant thought and avoided looking at her, not snobbish but just nonchalant

off th subway she was walking along ahead of me. as we circled behind th bakery i passed her, still not recognizing her presence, but was going to slow up behind th liquor store, then planned to greet her if she caught up. but with th construction in th old upper parking lot, a fence had been erected blocking passage behind th liquor store, and as i turned to pass into th liquor store parking lot i became a bit confused, so never did actually speak with patty

i was taking th bank book to fnsb to deposit money. th desk was near th window where th stairs curve down to th safe deposit boxes. my deposit rang wrong. instead of correcting it, they gave me a refund. another depositer was getting his own deposit ready and got his money mixed up with my refund

then th bank was 4¢ off, according to th lady teller. i laid th coins out on nearby tables, they became candy. while i was counting, some other people took some. one of th bank presidents was going to take some. i carried some stuff to his car for him in th rain

rita said she was going to spend th rest of th afternoon in th basement at a raffle/auction. a band was playing bambi in th background. i was worried about being late getting back to work, waited with lois foster on th 11th floor for th elevator. there were two full-size pool tables in th lobby. i almost got on th down elevator then got on an up elevator

i was masked, talking with d hecht in th garage in th basement, then telling th reb and margaret about rita. a hold-up was taking place in th park. after th cop was shot, th hoods took control. i was robbed of $1600

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Written by macheide

8 November 1977 at 4:04 am

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silver ornaments

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i was starting to take a shower in th sanatoga roller rink. other men and some women also came in for showers. although all naked, we all more or less ignored each other

i saw patty enter with some other people, clothed. i turned around hoping she would not recognize me. i wasn’t particularly embarrassed, but just knew that i was not in any shape to see her right now. i wondered if she would recognize my hair

i felt a pointed jab in my back. i looked without turning around. she was here reprimanding me sharply for being naked in a public place where other naked people were mixed. i defended myself softly

i followed her to her house, like ray’s nursery in tennessee perhaps. she had not meant an all-out attack on me. if she had really been upset with my actions, she wouldn’t have even bothered, but would have just treated me like poison. she had hoped we could come to an understanding

her father came up in an old volvo with special siver ornaments, beautiful. i said to th reb close at hand that she’d have to get our car fixed like that

th ornaments were broken off by chris and his friends. patty’s father took it to be fixed: he took two silver bars and with his thumbs pressed them together and sent them through something under th car that pulled th bars through where they came out molded together into one. th car mechanism was really just for th finishing touch, they said. patty said it showed her father’s strength, that with his bare hands he could seal two silver bars together

talking with d bowman and a friend of his. saw nancy singing off to th right with other people. i was impatient to get back to patty. there was some grand arrangement for settling things

in a narrow coatroom where many people were seated, i saw some shelves with a collection of corduroy-covered round boxes. i took note and thought of getting one for th reb

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Written by macheide

7 November 1977 at 4:04 am

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vertical climb

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i was talking with gloria d about my job in th dark as she lay on a couch to go to sleep. she kept asking me further questions like she didn’t want me to go, but i remained ready to go to my room upstairs, like at mm‘s hurly house, with gloria d in a corner room near th road

outside th drive was like hollow road from egypt road, but downhill, going down fast like a professional driver with cousin tim, doing a dirt slide into a parking space at a slope up to the barn door

there were many of th family gathered around. i was somewhat a celebrity because of my achievements in actuarial work. i described some of th tests. walked with jim to grandma l’s house along th road near walsh’s old house near mansfield pa

walked up around a house and turned toward a railroad track. a train went by. i tried to avoid suspicion from a man at th house

then he and i were in th back seat of a car with mm and bill, still at grandma’s, up the last hill before her town. i looked up to see a grassy overhang, caught my breath as we began th ascent. th road grew steep until completely verticle. mm accelerated and i pressed hard against th seat, dizzy and frightened but exhilerated at th climb

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Written by macheide

6 November 1977 at 4:04 am

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still involved

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i was going to show th reb a page with a description of patty and me when she came home from work, but she had other things on her mind. she was nervous, didn’t know how to tell me what she wanted to say

turned out that chet had called her that morning. she had picked him up and talked with him on her way to work, spent lunch with him at th mall, had him with her on her way home. she wanted to make it clear that they had only talked, but i was upset because at his last letter (sep 1977) she had said that she was finished with him

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Written by macheide

5 November 1977 at 4:04 am

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bju legend

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th old auditorium at bju, open air. piling up some fallen bricks on th side of th choir platforms to climb up to my place

my return was special. i was somewhat of a legend among th newer students who hadn’t known me

th university had changed its style, partly because of outside criticism, hoping to gain some commercial support. their new style was foolish and unbecoming to bju’s message. dr bj ii reminded me of a cross between hollis and a used car salesman

nancy and patty were among th choir members. th reb and i went to check mail at bju’s p.o. boxes, her box was near my old box, i didn’t recall my own combination for th old box but managed from habit to open it anyway. actually it was someone else’s box now and mine was over where patty’s had been

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Written by macheide

3 November 1977 at 4:04 am

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