RIP Bob

Read this morning that A.C. "Bob" Guhl died. He was, at one time, a Georgia state senator but randomly we met years before when we both worked for Dover Elevator Company in the SF Bay Area. My dad got sick and passed away during my tenure working for Bob, which is probably why I remember working for him so clearly: it was safer to be at work, concentrating on anything other than my dad in the hospital. I was 18 and hired as a temp to be his executive secretary and he would retire in three months time. He was tall, white-haired, serious, and barely said a word directly to me as I handed him papers, took dictation (yes, everybody - that's a thing, and I don't mean euphemistically), scheduled his life. On his last day, I was walking out of his office and he stopped me by actually calling me by name. Honest to god, I didn't even think he knew my actual name. He asked me to sit, folded his hands atop his enormous empty desk and said, "You probably think I don't care since I'm about to retire and we'll never see each other again. Anne, tell me what you're going to do with your life." I remember telling him, I remember him listening and asking questions, but honestly don't remember exactly what I said. I guess what matters is: he was very kind to me for a blip in time, and for that I am thankful. RIP, Bob.

Gym Bunny

'member how I claimed this blog wouldn't be all about me? Let me take that back for just a moment and say: I went to the gym today. For the first time. Ever. For reals. I headed to the 2nd floor so that I could survey my domain. 45 minutes on the treadmill, no big deal, but I suppose a very big deal in the grand scheme of things.

Calls are flooding in...

Everyone is SO worried about me...thanks for the calls...keep 'em coming...
Love, Pasteur E. Bola

Si je pouvais dîner avec 1-2 personnes mortes, je...

Si je pouvais dîner avec 1-2 personnes mortes, je choisirais H.G. Wells et Jules Verne. J’adore lire la science-fiction. Ces hommes sont considérés comme “les pères fondateurs” du genre de science-fiction. J’aime leurs histoires fantastiques et je serais ravie d’entendre leurs aventures en personne. M. Verne pourrait nous décrire des créatures magiques de la mer, et M. Wells pourrait nous raconter des Martiens et des hommes invisibles. Une bonne idée: M. Wells pourrait les conduire à dîner dans sa machine a explorer le temps! Si les hommes se rencontraient en personne, ils pourraient être jaloux l’un de l’autre. J’espère que leur réunion ne mènerait pas à une lutte - ou pire - une bataille de nourriture. Peut-être que je devrais les inviter à dîner au restaurant plutôt que chez moi.