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Jul.20.2012
Good news today amid the bad of the morning.
We made the mistake of staying up to 2 a.m., and were caught up in the "Breaking News" of the terrible Aurora, Colorado, Batman Massacre. We foolishly gave the inept morning anchors "another half hour," and then, "another half hour." ...
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Jul.20.2012
We rose at 10 this morning in the Holiday Inn.
I tried to return to my banana breakfast regimen, settling down to catching up with my Blog, but I soon realized the events of the last several weeks seem to have effected my short-term memory. Afer an hour or so, I decided to bridge...
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Jul.19.2012
After a stay in the Mission Inn (leaving about a hundred dollars in inflated deposits), we turned back north to the rather luxurious Civic Center Holiday Inn in San Francisco's Downtown. [The highlights of Mission Inn sojourn were a tiny celebration of Bastille Day on July 14, and a...
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Jul.18.2012
We left on Tuesday the Embassy Hotel on Polk Street and traveled through the gathering mist in a little cab loaded with our goods, south on Mission to the outer Excelsior. On reaching the Mission Inn, the meter came to 27 dollars and something. I gave the cabbie our Red Cross debit card...
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Jul.09.2012
We woke about eight in the morning, were at work by nine.
Son Guy was doing our laundry, gathering our goods from the old place.
After writing a cheque for the phone bill, I began to call around: having our phone at the apartment put on hold; suspending our DISH account, trying...
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Jul.09.2012
The morning was cool, and last night, we had watched documentaries on Joe Louis and Muhammed Ali until the early hours. A little after ten, we were awakened by the arrival of a friend, who had been knocked around. Brought in by our computer expert pal (who, incidentally, has just gotten...
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Jul.08.2012
Warm day in Frisco.
Woke at 8:30 a.m. Son Guy still asleep.
Feeling bad. Headache, nasal passages clogged, difficulty breathing,sore neck, sore back, had to pee.
So what's new . . . but quite a bit worse than usual.
Got my trousers on...
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Jul.07.2012
Beautiful day on Polk Street . . . but cold toward the end.
We had planned for several days to have breakfast, between 7 and 9 in the morning, at the coffee shop of the Embassy Hotel, but every day (or night) something came up, and we were too late. This morning was the...
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Jul.05.2012
Well, we missed the breakfast hour at the hotel again!
We were up for business, however, late in the morning.
Son Guy went off to the wreck to bring back a few treasures we had neglected.
In the interim, I spoke to representatives of the Red Cross, the management...
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Jul.04.2012
The 4th of July. Once glorious. Now, perfunctory, seems to me, even among many people who feel it. We can't fully celebrate our democratic social democracy, when one of our political parties argues that we are really not a democracy but a republic which is in practice set up for...
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Jul.03.2012
Another day in Paradise! Our time at the Embassy Hotel has been extended.
We slept until Noon, and Son Guy was up to prepare for one more dive into the wreck of our old apartment. William appeared with his Angel before one o'clock. We eventually worked our way through our...
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Jul.03.2012
We were beginning to enjoy hotel living as our room and food vouchers began to run out.
I woke aroung eleven in the morning, and soon was at the computer, helping Guy enlist one to his favorite artistic groups, Steely Dan, on his laptop.
Mid-afternoon, I contacted...
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Jul.01.2012
Woke up in a proper bed for another morning, the second consecutive time in about seven years. My back aches like hell!
Friend Screenwriter Wayne the K had emailed me that he would visit with a flask of rye, on a rescue mission, early this afternoon. He later indicated...
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Jul.01.2012
We were awake quite early, for us, with a scattered selection of our posessions strewn around our beds.. Son Guy had been allowed to make one quick pass of our former apartment, bringing back a large suitcase of odds and ends. No sooner had we unpacked it did we remember things left...
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Jul.01.2012
The day was a little warmer than predicted.
THEN . . .
The superannuated Agents of the Vehme caught up with us at last. In gthe morning, a little before ten o'clock a bell, familiar in the past, but not heard recently, began to ring incessantly. Londera called to tell us our...
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About Alex
Born in a little town east of Cleveland, Ohio, I attended Kent State, taking a degree in Political Science and History; served in the U.S. Army (Anti-Aircraft Artillery) at Lakenheath Airbase in Suffolk, East Anglia, England.
This experience was one the most...
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Causes Alex Fraser Supports
Greenpeace
Alex’s Favorite Books
Revolutionary Road, Easter Parade, Disturbing the Peace, and Eleven Kinds of Loneliness by Richard Yates; Pan by Knut Hamsun; The Dubliners by James Joyce; Dog...