Thursday, March 10

At work today Charlie took a few pictures of Trevin, Shelly and me. I had dressed up in a mini-skirt and black sweater, though I didn’t have much makeup on. If the photos are black and white it shouldn’t make much difference.

I took the cat carrier back this morning. As I went in, the blonde lady breathed the word “safe,” with relief. I hope the fact that the carrier’s been chewed on one side doesn’t get her into trouble.

Friday, March 11

This morning on my way to work, I heard that Ronn Owens would be interviewing Gerald Straub, the man who used to work for Pat Robertson. Because I didn’t want to miss it, I bought a cheap transistor radio at the Montclair Pharmacy and listened to the interview with the earplugs while I worked.

Straub is a voice in the wilderness. He wants to talk about the Robertson political agenda and everyone else wants to talk about money and sex scandals in TV evangelism.

We finished the first section today. Tomorrow, Charles and Shelly will take it in. We developed the pictures Charlie took yesterday and decided on one where I am being squashed between Shelly and Trevin. If none of those had turned out, we would have used a Christmas shot in which I’m sort of leering into the camera looking like one of the children from Village of the Damned.

Ronn Owens was San Francico’s morning talk show DJ, in the prime spot of 9:00 am. He prided himself on being the “reasonable” alternative to Rush Limbaugh. For me, Owens is best summed up by his response one morning to the single black caller who phoned in to answer Owens’ question to his viewers, “Are you better off now than you were before Reagan was president?”

“No,” the caller had said. “I’m WORSE off. And so is every other black person I know.”

“Oh come now,” Owens had responded, in his friendly, “reasonable” tones, “I’m better off. Everyone else so far who’s called says they’re better off. Don’t you think you’re being just a LITTLE myopic?”“