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I was alone at work today. I wish Rob and Max would Be able to work unsupervised. Still no word from RofR. Rob stayed over and we ate some mighty big steaks. 2 lbs apiece or so, but it was good ha! I had a dream about Angel last night and her appearing at the airport restaurant to talk to me about getting older. I'm a very, very lucky man. Because all the women I've had to date have been total babes.
[Author’s note 2025:This entry contains an interesting aspect. We worked for Moogie's older brother who had one of those spray insulation rigs and got a lot of government contracts. However as a team we did not get paid until the job was done. I found that I was constantly supervising these other guys because they'd go stand in the corner and smoke dope, which delayed my payment and I wasn't getting paid extra to supervise. It's just something I remember about the time. Angel that was my first older woman her name was Beverly Twila Gillingham. She was dropped dead gorgeous, but was indeed too old for me. She became a hairdresser, then a housewife.]
Here is a scan of the journal remnants containing these ancient posts.
