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Day 124: Macresarf1's Year of the Apocalypse 2012 -- An Afternoon with The Shadow.

The rain passed over and the coolness continued

   Son Guy is still wrestling with his sore ribs, still sleeping a lot.

  In preparation for my epidural treatment tomorrow, I phoned in a number of medication prescription renewals, and then, phoned my old friend, The Shadow, in Chicago.  His secretary sent me right through, and we spent a pleasant hour reminiscing, catching up, talking about old friends,  and making plans.

  The man writing the book about The Macedoneans has not been back to The Shadow.  [The historian in question wrote me that he was in Europe until this week, when he intends to make an appearance at the 42nd observance of the Ohio National Guard shootings of unarmed students at my alma mater, Kent State University, May 4, 1970.]  Shadow was his normal irasible self, a bit mellowed perhaps.  He told me that he been out to Las Vegas.  I asked him why he hadn't jumped on a quick flight to Frisco?  That got him thinking.  He has an old business partner living in Berkeley.  He may just turn up one of these days before the end of Summer . . . .  

  I watched the news on TV, and later, two parts of a color documentary on World War II, PERILOUS FIGHT,  narrated by Martin Sheen.  The footage was mostly shot by Americans, and so, it had some holes, and left the impression that the United States was entirely the dominant element in the War.  That can be argued in hindsight, but perhaps a documentary is not the place for it, at least not this documentary.

 All quiet in the apartment.  Almost eery.

 Macresarf1 would write no more this day.