NOTES.... JAN 15 2014... WEDNESDAY Ingrid....1981 I was up - TopicsExpress



          

NOTES.... JAN 15 2014... WEDNESDAY Ingrid....1981 I was up in the Bay Area for a month doing something or other....We had an apartment in W. Covina...I had managed to stay sober enough to impress her.....She had faith in me.....part of her probably wanted to save me...But most of her just loved me. She came up for the weekend and we were going to do The City...I was staying in Dublin in a crappy motel.... (I have always liked the crappy ones).... She knocked on the door...Grey eyes like glacial ice....and that musical Garbo lilt of her homeland .....She kissed my cheek and said... I am not staying in this shitty motel........ Perish the thought I said.... She was trim and graceful.... she was reserved but she loved comedy.Like a Queen that had not yet been crowned.......She could talk with her eyes... She could take you to the fjords of her homeland with her eyes... So we went into San Francisco in her (of Course) Volvo and gained Fishermans wharf....I bought a lamp off an Arab for 300 Bucks.. It had stained glass date palms and camels....I still have that lamp....Then we met an art appraiser who looked like Timothy Leary and could talk without breathing....He regaled us with the fact that all the info that a human ever needed to survive was encoded in the face of the Mona Lisa and between the lines of Dantes Inferno.....Ingrid sat polite and attentive as he gabbled away... but her eyes were looking at me and they were saying...Leave it to you to find someone crazier than a shithouse rat to entertain me.... hahaha. I wanted to see the tuna fleet and she wanted to go to some museum on the wharf....A woman walked by speaking some other language and Ingrid went up on her toes and her eyes flashed joy as she said....POOKA YATA SHMELLING GOOSKA STOCKSA....Ahhh The Swedes... That went on for 20 minutes with me standing there like a wooden Indian....Then another woman came by with a brooklyn accent full of Flabush (my mother was born there)... and I yelled.... Hayyy how da hell are youse ??? Ing took the hint and off we went. We went for dinner at Aliotos.... A crowded room with a postage stamp table and a snooty waiter....when the dinner came there was not enough food to cover the whole plate....then a big bill came and I said.... We should have ate crab meat on the sidewalk.... When we got to the street I said... What now ?.... and she said... I want you to take me out to the Middle of The Golden gate and give me a kiss..... About a year later I ran off with a Gypsy Glamor Queen and left her high and dry....She was too proud to be hurt and she was way too classy to talk poorly of me... The last thing she ever said to me was...Someone is going to see that huge beautiful diamond in the middle of you...If you ever get all that shit washed off you.... She got married and moved to Chicago.... I saw her 5 years ago at a christmas party... I was invisible to her and I was too ashamed to say anything to her....although a friend of hers told me that she was thrilled that I got sober.... Maybe someday we will talk....Ingrid Ericsen
Posted on: Sun, 21 Sep 2014 04:05:13 +0000

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