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In the Spring of '81 I was finishing up 5th grade. Among my ambitious course schedule was English class, or "Reading" as some of my classmates, teachers and school administrators referred to it. Since it was the end of the term, our English instructor gave us a treat: We were allowed to select the book we were to read and not only write a paper about it, but also to prepare and execute an oral presentation. This terrified most of my classmates, but not me.

The book I chose was the novelization of the franchise-film, "Battle For the Planet of the Apes."

This perhaps the worst film in the series. It takes place in part in the return-to-nature village of the English-speaking apes, and in part in the nuclear-bomb-devastated "Forbidden Zone," aka, melted city. In a nutshell, some of the apes explore the city, get the attention of the evil, mutated human survivors, and get chased home by them. The battle ensues! The apes win and inherit the Earth. wee!

However, before the battle, a touching scene played out, which, for my oral presentation, I dramatically reenacted: Having already witnessed the horrific effects of radiation, Cornelius, the son of the leader chimp, Caesar, is injured in a fall from a tree. As he lays dying, Cornelius asks his father, "Will ... will I b-be malformed?" It's to the mutant humans he's referring, obviously. Caesar says he won't be malformed, and the kid dies.

I fuckin' nailed it and got an A.

Tonight - Bloom's Saloon. Come by and watch the Giants open a can of "Whoop-Ass" on the LA Dodgers. Shoot some pool!! See the amazing view of the city!! Be confronted by the cantankerous locals!

BTW... Bloom's was the first bar AC took me to when I arrived in SF. On the afternoon of our first day of working together, I might add.


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!