September 1984CONVERGENCE. CHANGE. YET MORE of the same. More of the same.
I’m not sure when I decided to stay in California—probably long before Grandpa Wapinski and I even left Mill Creek Falls. I stayed at Bobby and Sara’s, at first, taking care of Josh while Bobby and Sara went to Yosemite and then on their raft trip down the Stanislaus, which after his fall into the San Antonio took giant coglioni on Bobby’s part. I put Pewel on a 707 for Philly. Miriam and Doug had split from the reception after some snide comments. I didn’t see them again for years. Pewel said he could make it back on his own but I called Annalisa—I couldn’t call Linda with her having filed for divorce—and she and Edward picked him up in Philly. I didn’t have the Harley; no wheels, little cash, few needs. I slept i
