San Francisco et. al.

Well, finally I made it into the City. I can't hardly remember when the last time was. I can tell you it's absolutely beautiful. I'm sitting here at a dining room table looking out floor to ceiling glass windows at downtown SF. The lights from the Bay Bridge are spectacular as well as the city.

Seeing my old doctor was an incredible experience. AFter my doctor in Sonora died I needed to find another so I thought it would be a ghood reason to go to the city. I first saw this doctor in 1991 to give you a little history. In orther words, we've been a lot of places together. Being here is a bit imtimidating I must say. It's kind of different. Yet not, I can't really explaiin it. Mark and Kevin were kind enough to let me stay at there place and their roommate is adorable.

So, it's like a kid in a candy store and I don't really know what to do. The trouble of getting it together and going out or whatever. I was never really good at this anyway. So damn that. I guess I should check in with the fellow I spoke with last night.

Lindi's Celebration of Life

For those of you who may not have noticed, I stumbled a bit around in reading yesterday's eulogy to Lindi. The reason is because I had forgotten my glasses. Oops. Not a good time to forget. Anyway, if you're so inclined, here is the full text...as written.


First of all, thank you all for joining us today to celebrate the life of Larraine Pearl Lindstrom, lovingly known as Lindi. It is an honor for me to be here as many of us haven’t seen each other since graduation, some 32 years ago for me. My name is Bill Freeze; I was graduated in 1978 and had the privilege of being, as our yearbook called us, one of the "Elite" Ritz Kids.

While we all have so many memories of Lindi, each so special and unique to each of us what comes to mind for me is while being on stage, hearing her a voice call (well, bellow) from the audience, ”Find your light!” I think if anything, that was the thing she said most to me.

Find your light in stage terms means that there’s a light pointed to a location that you are not standing in and you are standing in the dark. When you find your light you feel a warm sensation on your face. You immediately know your in the spotlight…or just plain lit.

But what a lesson for us as we grow up and remember those words, “Find you light”.

“Find your Light”, metaphorically, be true to yourself, follow your dream, and don’t settle for darkness. Reach for that star. Find your light!

What she also taught us, and I don’t think most of us had a clue that what this was really about was to work together; that perfection only comes when we listen to each other, to not sing louder that the person next to us, to harmonize, to step in time together, and work with each other. That was very evident in the Ritz Kids. We achieved greatness because we worked as an ensemble.

Those simple lessons – taught so many years ago in high school are probably the most important things we can learn as citizens of a great country.

To be true to oneself, to walk in our light and to work in harmony with others. What great lessons for life. I would have never imagined I would learn this from a drama teacher.

Together, Lindi and Larry Bulachek “Mr. B” developed believable characters, created the most fantastic sets and offered superior productions for a small high school in nowhere Northern California.

I think I can speak for many of us in saying, Thank you Lindi. You‘ve made a difference in our lives.

Jury Duty

After all these years they finally got me. Yes, on Monday morning I was called. The 2nd name in the box. And I apparently answered all the questions properly and stayed for the trial.

The charges were something called Possessing Firearms, and Resisting, Obstructing arrest.

The testimony was the evidence.

I couldn't help but feel the way the charges were written, there really was no way a not guilty verdict could be found. It is unfortunate that the defendent had a horrible attorney who tried to distract us by presenting into evidence a document that stated he could not possess firearms at the last minute. It made no sense when throughout the testimony, there was no mention of a questionable document.

Oh well, it just goes to show you that if you get arrested. Be complacent, compliant and polite.

Ecstatic Was I

Ecstatic was I when one of my clients, who I had treated during my Practicum, and then treated again because I felt I really didn't do a good job on contacted me the other day telling me that she had put a link to my website on her FaceBook page. Wow! What a compliment.

It's amazing how nice people can be. When I offered her the second massage I did so because I felt like she had been cheated and I had gained the time (1.5 hours) of practicum on her massage.

It surprises me so much sometimes that if you put good will out there, it comes back. I guess another name could be Karma.

Website Creation

I had no idea. I mean, I'd played around with it a bit, but never very much. At any rate, I honestly had no idea.

After about two weeks of sporadic work, I feel my CMT website is finally complete. At least, I have it published as I want it. I few gliches along the way, but it's there.

I even went as far as to put an ad in Craig's List for someone to help me with a couple of things but I was inundated with responses and they all seeemed to offer more help than I needed. I guess when someone reads, I have my site complete, it reads...I have no idea of what to do. Anyway, the links work and for now, my passive advertising is complete.

Take a chance to look. www.willyf.com - click the link and there you go.

Don't Ask, Don't Tell

Not sure if any of you have heard the text of the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" survey that is being passed around our active servicemen, but on the Karel Show (Green 960) I heard it. It is absolutely vile and disgusting. It makes us feel like lepers! Questions like, if you thought your roommate was gay, would you feel different about them? How do you feel about showering in the same shower a "queer" showers in? Would you feel comfortable...blah, blah, blah. Someone full of hate wrote this and I'm totaly embarassed that they most likely were Democratic. (Makes me glad I turned "Decline to State" this year.)

Anyway, if you get a chance look for it! You won't be voting for Obama in 2012, I betcha.

The 40th Anniversary of Pride

Amazing! 40 years since the Stonewall Riots. Wow!

I'm usually one to never miss Pride but these past few years living in Jamestown, I dare to say, I've missed a few. Back in 2002, I found a black and White photograph of the dome of the San Francisco City Hall. I purchased it and it hangs on the wall above my desk.

I reminds me of years of dancing in the streets below it. Looking up at its' grandeur and being so thankful we could be allowed to carry on this way.

Some of the best times of my life were centered around this day. I have met some of the best people and overall, had the best time.

My first Pride happened in Los Angeles. I inadvertently walked down the street (I live on N. Flores in West Hollywood) to the grocery store and there it was...my first Pride Parade. I was captivated. It was a hell of a day.

I can only hope the best for my friends in the City enjoying and celebrating the day.