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IN SAN FERNANDO UNTIL SUNDAY NIGHT STOP

GREAT-UNCLE'S MEMORIAL SERVICE TOMORROW STOP

APPRECIATE CONDOLENCES BUT DID NOT KNOW HIM WELL STOP

LONG FLIGHT PLUS THREE HOUR TIME CHANGE EQUALS EXHAUSTED STOP

TOTALLY NOT GOING TO GET ANY WORK DONE THIS WEEKEND STOP

WHATEVER I HAVE SEEN THE FULL MOON OVER THE SAN FRANCISCO BAY FULL STOP

*collapse*

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Oh my God, this whole trip is worth it for this:

Okay. The scene is London, early 1970s. We're with Frank, former RAF, child of the Blitz, currently a London cabbie. He's cruising Oxford Street, the theatre district, looking for fares, but most of the shows haven't gotten out for the evening yet.

He comes up towards a bus stop where people are waiting for the bus and slows down, giving them all the time in the world to think about whether they want to flag him down. Nobody's biting -- but just before he's past, a young woman steps out and waves to him. He stops, picks her up.

He takes her to her hotel. She's American, from Glen Allen, Illinois, near Chicago. She's been vacationing in Sweden; she just got divorced.

"What're you doing on a Saturday night?" Frank asks.

"Make me an offer I can't refuse," she tells him.

"I'll take you on a tour of London," he offers, and "Okay," he says.

And that's how he ended up in America.


I just met this guy.

MOVIE WAITING TO BE MADE Y/Y?


(Overheard in this coffee shop, from the approaching-middle-age Bulgarian (??) gentleman: "I was born in America in 2000. You are born when you get your Social Security card.")

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( I'm Not There running commentary. More for my benefit than anything. )