Diary

Monday Sept 8 I wrote a very good letter to Tom Mac explaining how to market Editx. He liked it, and I heard so on Friday of the third week.

So Monday of the next period (week three) was together. It was sunny so I went to Green Lake and read PDP-11 manuals. On Sunday I'd decided I didn't like the arboretum anymore. So I had a fine time reading 11 manuals. The next day I went to the U. It was cloudy. I was going to being to code Editx. but it was impossible. I could only think + wonder.

I was not enjoying being at home now that the summer was over, and I was increasingly bummed out. I wanted to go to Stanford to sit + think + write the stuff. I went out Tues night and when I got home I heard Bill Gates had called + I was to call him collect. He offered me my current job. I was excited but I was also confused because I didn't know how I was going to write EDITX for all the computers I wanted to. I decided I would hire people to

write it if Editx were at all profitable. Wednesday was gloomy until I sited this possibility. So Thursday I confirmed this possibility and Friday + Sat finalized my plans. So Monday I did errands to start me on my way, like buying insurance for health, etc. I went out Monday nite + went home with Piotter. This finalized my summer as I came to realized I cannot have a continuing relationship with him. We went to green lake on Tuesday where I wrote my letter to Tom explaining in more detail the marketing of Editx. On Wednesday I finalized this and on Thursday typed and mailed the important document. I then met Shane Dennis at Shelley's. WOW! Tuesday was Sept 30, last day of 1/4.

Shane was till then the owner of the Dancing Machine. He is beautiful. We went home to my place on Thurs nite. I used the same excuse as I did with Ken. My dad walked in my room to get a shirt and undoubtedly saw us embraced. I guess that was good; he was very nice to me that evening.

Offered me a glass of wine, etc. I was happy to see that. Friday I made fixes to Editx accounting and went dancing a last time with Rita stoned of course. Saturday I went to U to work got a few refinements to design plans done. Then went to spa and saw Shane. I thot he was going to be gone to his Mom's but evidently not. We cited our misunderstanding and planned to get together on Sunday which we did. Sat night I stayed home made refinements to Editx designs, saw a Marx Brothers movie, and gave my ensuing strep throat a good start. Sunday Shane + I drove around in the rain + talked and talked. We got to know each other well. Then we went to Polynesian restaurant with Mom + Dad for dinner. Shane + I drove around + came home + went to bed. What courage!

I was a sick dog the next day. But it taught me to keep myself warm, trust God more (I had not by staying at Shelly's Mon + Tues

very late trying to meet that life guard. I also leanred not to drink beer so much as I had then, even if it's free. Also I learned not to worry about love. Let it be and come spontaneously. Saturday evening upset me a lot since Shane + I had confused our plans.

So on Monday I didn't see John Sebolewski but went to Doctor for General Checkup. Then went to bed. Stayed there Tuesday as I learned how to take better care of myself. Then Wed I made plans for coming time, and reminisced the summer. Then I saw John and made fixes to Editx. Got things underway. Left for Stanford Friday and got to Albuquerque same day Oct 10. At Stanford I arranged housing, saw Prof MacWhorter about EE 211 Grade B (Principles of Pulse and Timing Circuits Fall '74 where I messed up final exam), saw Layne, mellower now, and wrote up stuff for Engr. Barely made it to plane. Steward on plane asked me if I liked reading "The Front Runner."

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Chapter III written during Christmas vacation 75

Then came Albuquerque. On Saturday I explored it superficially; then it was still warm + I could go in shorts and shirtsleeves. It was so exhilarating to be around sunshine after summer had ended in Seattle. I searched out the Spa and went to it on the first available day. There was a dirty book store next door which caused me to ask its owner where the bars were. I found out and the following Friday explored to Loon for five minutes and then headed for Wellington's. It was a pretty good night but at threw up a Dale Colclasurc's apt after drinking too many Tom Collins. He wasn't a bad catalyst for that though. Then I worked another week and went back to Wellington's on Friday, drank too much wine and got sick again at Joe's, also not a bad catalyst. I was becoming disgusted with Albuquerque. But let's not forget eighteen-year-old Buddy Mosier. We played tennis my first Sunday there, after Dale. He is not well off at all except by Albuquerque standards he may be middle class. We went to Harry + Tonto after awhile,