20 – Time Stamp

February 2, 1993 – North Beach

A kid got detention for having a gun in class. Liz’s roommate Esther says, “You used to get sent home for having your shirt untucked!”

I think she went to Catholic school.

They get it wrong at the Oscars. If you win, it’s a chance to say ‘screw you’ to those who didn’t believe in you. My aunt tops the list. This insight gives me new motivation.

February 5, 1993

I’m nobody, neither famous nor wealthy, genius nor phenomenal talent. I’m not a speedy beer guzzler, fashionable dresser, fancy dancer, side-splitting joker, or social dynamo. I’m not even a catchy chain-smoker. I’m not much of anything, but I’m at Specs, where people not much of anything hang out. I’m a writer. Well, I write.

February 9, 1993 – Carmel

Bill Murray threw an old lady in a sand trap. The Monterey Herald awkwardly wrote it this way: “At the end of his third round, Murray had taken Monterey resident Kitty Ragsdale and, after hoisting her on his shoulders, the two ended up landing in the greenside bunker on No. 18 at Pebble Beach.”