Wendy drives me from work. Rush hour traffic and Wendy’s crazy car which honks when she uses the turn signals. Nervousness. It’s my birthday and there should be a celebration. Lynn and George have invited me down for dinner. Bizarre moon in the grim grey sky. Wendy and I are frightened by its shape and size. It is so huge and bloated that we wonder if it may be the setting sun. I, of course, suspect it is the end of the world. WE make a wrong turn at Key bridge and have to detour through Arlington to get back to Georgetown and headed home. Bitter cold. Miles of headlights stretching off like rows of diamonds on the ugly cold highway– From across the bridge the city-scape looks one dimensional– like cheap stage props against a bleak winter sky.
When I arrive home there is a letter from Sandoz Realty addressed to Dennis. It involved the apartment, I opened it. It informed him that there files did not indicate that he was the owner of the refrigerator. (The one I bought from him and which I intend to sell).
My mother called to wish me a happy birthday. She was in the midst of dressing to the teeth for her party last night at her bar. Her new boyfriend, Don, was taking her. She had bought a dress for the occasion, had her hair done. She is so involved with this man (who is unhappily married, and tells my mother he wants to marry her). She sent me a picture of him and he looks like a complete and utter lout. I tell her I think he is handsome. She is proud. She is also, like myself, in need of a plot to her life. We both continue to get by.
Dinner at Lynn’s. She and George have bought me a down-lined vest. I never expected such a nice present. We talk. After two six-packs of beer I open a bottle of Canadian Mist and drink out of the bottle. George goes to bed but cannot sleep and later joins us just before my lights go out and I fall asleep fully clothed with my boots on and sleep on the sofa with my dog. This morning at 6:30 George wakes me up with a cup of coffee as he and Lynn are leaving for work. I love them both.
Bee Gees, 1970.
She gotta TV eye on me…
Now Is The Time - Sisters Love (Now Is The Time / Blackbird, 1970)
The Democratic Radical Union of Maryland (DRUM) sponsors a film November 9, 1970 on the student strike the previous spring that protested President Richard Nixon’s expansion of the Vietnam War into Cambodia and the shooting deaths of four Kent State University students by the Ohio National Guard.
Government workers gather for an anti-Vietnam War rally on the steps of the U.S. Capitol May 15, 1970 in an action sponsored by Federal Employees for Peace.
Surf N’ Wheels #04 (1970)
Art by Bill Fraccio And Jack Keller (Left Cover) / Tony Tallarico And Jack Keller (Right Cover)
Bob Nestor described this photo as follows:
Phil Smith (left), president of the alumni association in 1970-71, and Dr. Bob Jones Jr. share a shovel handle in 1970 to mark the beginning of a three-year drive to raise funds for the 7,000 seats in Founder’s Memorial Amphitorium. The amphitorium was dedicated in 1973 and continues as the school’s largest venue.
But there’s some joke that had just passed Junior’s lips to create THAT face… . What could it have been?
Original Art - Hot Wheels #02 Pg 05 (1970) by Alex Toth And Dick Giordano
Students at American University hurl objects at D.C. police near Ward Circle May 8, 1970 during ongoing clashes with police that began May 5th and continued through May 12th.
Students chant “power to the people” at American University near Ward Circle May 5, 1970 during a student strike against the Vietnam War.