dreams of sex. its pretty good.

1971 was a big year for discovering. that movie late last night unearthed some sediment.

in the morning i am slanted and then get to work trying to get my flight changed so i can really get back to the family. and somehow i manage to change the ticket which is no easy feat dealing with SAS.

now i love that airline, when they are in the air, but on the ground they are so 1950s. they close their offices nationwide on sunday !!!

anyhow … it gets done .. and i come down jostled from the juggle and brent sees me. sees that i’m leaving. not staying for the zurich show i thought i already cancelled. he says jim won’t do it if i leave.

this is when i become my elder status. i say “son, you will be fine tonight. i know the venue, el lokal, and it’s a very special place. i know the folks that run it. it is not the average joint. they will adore what you do. and jim and you will be enough, if you can show your films on their screen and just rant like you are apt to do. it will be great. you do not need me or my extra expense. and i already told them i would return when i turn 55 in october and make good any out of pocket expense they may be out by me canceling now. (the description of the show was always a blur to begin with .. it not being a howe gelb show nor a brent film thing .. but a mash of it all or something. )

he looks suspicious of my conviction, but then the coffee has not kicked in yet. its going to be ok.

i get a ride to the airport in zurich again in the same red 1990 bmw.

this time by a berliner feller. make the plane on time. jump ship in Copenhagen to change to my new ticket i bought to get me to aalborg instead of the ticket’s intention of aarhus. and am back to where i started exactly 24 hours later. anders fetches. the rain here delights.

when i get back to the farm it’s a sweet cluster and everyone there is still high from the sensational dinner i missed. i hang with the kids something fierce. sleep will be a savior too.

but first .. the flicker of lap top to buy a ticket to amsterdam the next day.  still so many trips to yet organize on this 2 month junket. i hunt and  peck till i’m wasted.

looking forward to sleep .. .

and the sediment of dreams