…And I said:
Wow— I began almost as usual, for me these days, in the middle of a thought pattern. Always, each and every day seemingly slip by faster and faster for me. Back to business… da harv here caring less and less about formalities. Truth be told, I’ve become more and more of a “blah blah blah” writer. Kinda like shooting from the hip.
Reporting as usual to people whom I imagine are listening to what I have to say, while most of the time really not caring whether they are or aren’t. I use the term “listening” because I honestly see them right there with me, either asking me a question or seeking my advice. The fact is, imagining is what I have learned to do well in this life of mine. Often I find myself freewheeling along with an associate, friend, actor, or actress, past or present at my side sharing or merely spending their time with me while in the process of imagining together.
In my mind’s eye, I am the world’s greatest name-dropper. Actually, let’s change it to read: I am the second greatest name-dropper of all time. The late Gary Owens was in reality the number one perpetrator. Gary and I on occasion enjoyed our little private conversations about a variety of people we had known. “You know, Harvey, between the two of us we know everybody.” I can see and hear Gary leaning forward and saying to me, “You do know, Harvey, she really wasn’t a good person to work with”.
