For lack of strong female guidance in my life by Cyndi(a) Darlene Burks-Burden and/or Kylie Minogue, and/or Merry B. and/or Shirley Manson. The last three seem to be a trifecta of long shots but I am still megalomaniac enough given a valid email address for any of the four preceding females, they would become fast true friends of mine yet again or perhaps for the first time.
I again went to the Krystal after working out and jawing with Roy and Eric at Planet Fitness. Roy does not believe that Commander Neil Armstrong landed on the moon. I am relatively sure the Apollo 11 mission was as real as it gets and perhaps Neil was forced to disregard the guidance instructions coming from his triply redundant voting (polling) set of computers. Neill certainly stuck the landing in Lunar Excursion Module of the Apollo 11, successful in my and many others opinion, mission. I have paid almost eight dollars per night for three nights to have human beings to hear my prattle.
I talked yesterday afternoon to Michelle at the Pathways Center Troup County Mental Health Outpatient Clinic in LaGrange, Georgia. I was able to throw a lot of big words at her and she seemed entertained by our conversation. She stated that she knew Joan B. Read formerly director of the Renewal House drug treatment facility in Atlanta, Georgia, and Chairperson of the Department of Psychology at Georgia State University. I told Michelle some anecdotes that I recalled from my days in various parts of the Georgia Gulag Archipelago System. Joan B. Read gave me the small children’s book “The Velveteen Rabbit” by Margery Williams sometime in perhaps mid-February 1976 a few days before Renewal House closed for good and never to be rebuilt in a later epoch.
Anyway, back to Krystal. I talked to two males, one born in 1995 and one born in 1994. They arrange the articles of furniture in the Del’ Avant Event Center in beautiful downtown LaGrange, Georgia. The event center used to be either McClellan’s or Kress’ Dime Store back in the real day, the 1950s and 1960s. The two individuals work odd hours and were kind enough to try to pay attention to my chatter.