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5 May 1999
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Photo by Bob Gentry ©2001
A Thought for Today
If we want to control anything in our
lives, temper might be a good starting place.
On May 5th in 1999 we wished a
Happy Cinco de Mayo to all our Mexican friends living everywhere. The
Flight Plan noted that in the past year we had lost Alice Faye, one of the
movie’s great stars and Prima Donna’s of the 1930’s, 40’s & 50’s and a
great friend of Stanyan Records and one of our recording artists. We
celebrated her first birthday away from us and remembered the warmth and
individuality of Tammy Wynette also gone during the year. Here was that
days Flight Plan.
Entry III: California
What death cannot dictate and life cannot insure, a single California
Sunday works out easily, the winding down of weekday will.
Convertibles fornicate on freeways, play chicken at the off-ramps, or late
at night, engage big-wheelers in the light game - trying, I suppose, to
milk the last few weekend hours. Beaches are not beaches anymore, they are
Time Square crowds on New Year’s Eve, spectators at a stadium or huddled
masses yearning to breathe free on one large blanket stretching all the
way from Malibu to Zuma.
On Olivera Street, the woman left to dress the saints congregate to gossip
and to giggle. Some I know still make the ‘milk run’ from L.A. to points
south - Long Beach, El Toro, San Diego, then back again, though San
Clemente is a problem - or it could be.
My own Sundays are a new joy now. A friend comes visiting and we do
nothing, except perhaps to swim and Polaroid the sunshine and battle in
the bedroom all the weekend. How long this time will last is something
neither of us care to think about. But for the moment I’m relaxed, amazing
all my friends with my magician-like sereneness.
God grant me absolution for the time I waste, but let me waste some
several dozen Sundays more.
-From “Come To Me In Silence,”
1973. RM 5/5/99. Includes material previously unpublished.
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And a special
Happy 40th Birthday to a Flight Plan Friend,
war is but a breath away from peace, so too contentment is the last door
Too much strong medicine weakens the will -
guard against prescription drugs.
We’ve forgotten so early in this country’s
life that true democracy is still experiment and not yet cure.
If death is difficult or
final, it cannot be as hard as living is without a sense of life.
is the forehead of the morning
passing the sun along the day,
distributing the clouds
that move above us
and ride with us till nightfall.
And your eyes
are the bottom of the day
set on fire by words,
made to move by sighs
and the rustling of the trees.
We’ll go to the hills the,
take our time.
Climb until we find one
closest to the sky.
I’ll spread a blanket on the ground
and make a picnic of your body.
You’ll face the sky and count the clouds
and when the counting stops
I’ll take you home again,
down a dozen hills under a hundred skies.
I know the ground is not yet green all over
but trust me.
I’ll find the greenest hill of all
and your red dress will be the single flower
that grows against the grass.
Me and the day
we care for you
without the rivalry of common lovers
and we’ll be careful as the rain,
gentle as the clouds.
-from “In Someone’s Shadow,” 1968