Notes for Chapter One
On Tuesday, I called about getting the list of phone numbers from the Senior Housing Office. When they determined that I had registered with them and didn’t have a local address, they suggested that I drop by and pick up the list of numbers.
I took two busses ($.25 cents old folks off-peak hours) and got there in about an hour and go the list of phone number that has been misplaced since September.
I wrote a column for Smirking Chimp at the Santa Monica Public Library. You compose on one set of computers and get Internet access on different ones. I (thought I) put the column on a floppy disk, but when I got to the Internet access computers I couldn’t open the file. Kiss that column goodbye.
I check Craigslist, sent e-mails, wrote down phone numbers, and then monitored the jungle drums on the Liberal blogisphere.
I hustled myself back to my host’s pad. I had to pay $2.80 for a bottle of Diet Root Beer, that sells for (about) $.90 during sales events at the big chain markets.
Notes for Chapter Two
The phone number for the Section 8 housing, on the list I got yesterday, had recorded information calling “this year” 2004. Nothing like keeping citizens up-to-date on government information hotlines, eh?
I walked to a nearby Section 8 housing facility and learned that they were run by the Housing Authority of L. A. Since I knew just where the WLA office was, I hopped on a bus and went over.
They gave me a very similar phone number 252-2500. So I will try to call that number tomorrow morning.
I asked if I could get two sheets of blank legal size paper but was told that times are bad and they couldn’t give me two sheets of paper. I guess the media that thinks the bail-out funds are going to be pork barrel projects would be glad to see that government employees are being very vigilant about waste, so there’s no worries (mate!).
I then mailed a letter to a Democratic pal who is very hard to contact. Could it be that during hard times, Democrats don’t want to be put to the old “one for all and all for one” acid test of being asked for help? Perish the thought. I just want to have lunch with him and tell him about a great “based on true events” story (escaped POW) I found in Western Australia. He tends to be very cautious and makes it hard to contact him.
I mailed off the letter and then walked over to a friend’s place because he hasn’t returned my phone calls for the last few calls. Some a few months back before going to Australian and then one yesterday.
He becomes a bit of a recluse and so I will try to bribe him into having lunch with me by offering him a copy of a 50 year old British car magazine. He likes cars and car magazines, so maybe he will go for the offer?
Then I went to the Santa Monica Senior Center and signed up for lunch this Saturday.
I ran into one of the former photographers for the Santa Monica Outlook and got his e-mail address. (Building a million reader blog one new “subscription” at a time!)