Rocky (on being brought to Washington, D.C., with Bullwinkle): "Captain, why are we here?"
Peachfuzz: "Why are any of us here?"
Dreamed of coming out of a fallout shelter years after a nuclear apocalypse (our hold home in Sackville, N.B., had been Ground Zero); finding several British comic annuals I didn't know we had; reflecting that Pete Seeger's antiwar song "Waist Deep in the Big Muddy" is refreshingly angry.
Saw the DVD of the first episode of the last season of Mission: Impossible--the one where they rigged a pool table so Jim could be a pool shark. (I remember seeing that episode back in 1972.) That show had some pretty women.
Dinner was salmon.
Went to a Dance Meetup at Chalkers. Betty Colon gave us a salsa and merengue lesson. (We paid $10 each.) I was too tired to stay for the dance party afterward.
Finished the Arts & Literature issue of Lapham's Quarterly.
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