Dreamed of walking along Main Street in Sackville, N.B., and seeing a new cinema and a new disco(?); reading the newspapers at Goodenough College [where I stayed in London in 1995 researching my Ph.D. thesis].
Went shopping.
Dinner was fettucine with pesto sauce (which I cooked). We needed parmesan cheese and Father was willing to go out in the freezing cold and get it. I wasn't in the mood for arguing.
We managed to carry the new computer upstairs.
Saw Andrew Jarecki's devastating documentary Capturing the Friedmans at the Music Hall. It's about a Long Island family torn apart by accusations of mass pedophilia in the 1980s. It's appalling what a community's hysteria can do. [The most interesting family member was the clown brother.]
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