I wake up realizing that completely absent from my mind when I wrote yesterday’s post was the fact that Sam was born on our anniversary. It seems impossible I could ever forget that.
1994: We go all go skiing except Sam. His grandmother and the housekeeper take turns staying with him. I buy my own car phone at Cellular One. My grandmother has a stroke. Every Tuesday Sam and I visit her in Atlanta. Sometimes we put her in my car and drive around so she can see the world. In June I head to Paris again, but I have no memory of this trip except… this is actually the time I watch OJ fleeing in his white Bronco (correction made to 1992). Most days I wear umbros and a t-shirt, and these are the days I think will never end–when for anyone to go outside, they need me. Jack starts kindergarten. No World Series–the players are on strike. For the second year in a row, I go to Sarasota in November for the French Film Festival–Jacqueline Bisset was there last year. My mother and I go to the films together. I collect autographs in my program. In November Hell Freezes Over.