The el espejo.

10.3.2k

I don't know about you, but I see self-reflection as a very important part of life. I ain't talkin' about daily, meticulous examination or anything, but rather periodic check-ins. Like the other day. I was with a bunch of nice folks and we were talking about the things we used to do as kids. It got me thinking: How am I different from the kid I used to be? Not much, I guess. More responsible, probably; more confident. But generally the same person. What were you like in high school and how much of that person is still with you? Were you a punker who smoked tons of ciggys? Did you study all the time? Did you never study and still get good grades? Were you on the football team? Were you hostile, angry or violent? Were you a nerdy little office toady? Were you a person with artistic or literary interests who disregarded conventional standards of behavior? I knew plenty of guys and girls fitting this description. Some called them vagabonds. Nonconformists. The "Free-and-easys." They called themselves Bohemians. At tonight's meeting we celebrate the bohemians we know, used to know or used to be. Here:

Bohemia
1624 California St, San Francisco, CA 94109
(415) 474-6968

Kinda ironic, eh?

Eight people (JHJ, MM, BR, JM, BL, MG, MH, EH) out of 105 list members showed up last week. I guess a bunch of you got better offers. The Founding Members are re-thinking the no-one-gets-booted-off-the-list policy. Just so you know. No one new to the list this week, but Robin offers an alternate email address.

TONIGHT'S CONTEST: Spelling Bee (prizes)

TONIGHT'S DRAMATIC REENACTMENT: The Empire State Building getting hit by a plane.

Saturday, July 28, 1945. On this day, the world's tallest building, lousy weather and an old, obsolete bomber without sophisticated electronics combined with disastrous effects. The plane, a twin-engine, medium-sized U.S. Army Air Force B-25 Mitchell bomber was flying very low, about 700 feet, on a westerly approach to an airfield in Newark. Perhaps the pilot mistook the East River for the Hudson and thought he was already in New Jersey when he found himself in a forest of skyscrapers. Banking and climbing after a near-hit of the building at 5th and 42nd, the plane plowed directly into the Empire State between the 78th and 79th floors. One fortunate thing: Had the plane hit the building on a weekday, many, many more people would have been in the building. As it was, only about 1000 people (of the weekday normal of 15,000) were in it at the time. Players: John Henkel plays the Empire State Building; Allison Muir plays the B-25; Belinda plays lousy weather; Greg Gladstone plays New York; Jason Porter plays New Jersey; Bishop and (nameless) play the two office workers who survived a free-fall one-fifth of a mile from the 75th floor to the ground when their elevator's cable snapped; Moss plays a bunch of NYC firemen; and Jay Herda plays a gaping hole in the masonry between the 78th and 79th floor.

TONIGHT'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER: Miss Amy Shuba. She's ditched us for a few weeks in a row and singling her out used to work to get her to the meeting. Let's see if Mr. Usedta is still kickin.

We still need volunteers for the 8-10 shift at the voter registration booth at the back bar. Sign up and get a free drink.

Yah, okey. Do you think we can do better than 8% attendance? I don't know. This is a pretty nice little joint, mind you. A "requested venue," if you must know. Bring someone squishy and squish them at Bohemia. bye-ee!