A Deal’s a Deal
Back in August of 2008 I was in Minneapolis, about halfway through a year of chemo. I’d been living on the street, doing my Interferon, for a couple months previous to August. Several friends, from high school days (1966-70), and one from the 8th Grade, had intervened, basically, and talked me into, and financed, moving back into an apartment I’d lived in two years previously.
As the months went by (slowly) Nancy talked me into moving back to California. I’d left Cali (for good, as far as I was concerned), in early 1984, and moved to Montréal, where I’d lived for a few years earlier in the Seventies.
But there was a ‘deal’ of sorts: They’d help me move to, and relocate in, the San Francisco Bay Area, and at some point I would do “what you’re meant to do.” What they, and others before them, meant with that “meant to”, or “be good at” stuff, was write.
In view of the fact that a deal’s a deal (until ‘cancelled/changed/updated, etc., like those garden variety “Terms of Service” we see everywhere these days) I’m going to start writing bits and pieces of things while I can still remember things, for the most part.