Day 1962:The unknown after-story.

Faith: ink sketch, collage & digital

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After a terrific Wednesday evening here, there was an after-story.

No one saw, but it would have been a funny video, to others.

At the end of the demo, it took me a while to pack up.

Everything fit into two rolling containers & two trips to ...

front door of this beautiful HB Sr. Center venue.

By 9:30PM all the smart people were on their way home.

Except for a small cleaning staff, the huge center was deserted.

I took my first load to the car, but when I returned for the second

the front door had automatically locked. My container inside.

I knocked, walked around the building for open doors. None.

I called the center & got a "closed" recording.

I knew staff was working but they didn't hear my knocks.

I finally pulled my car up to the front door.

I tried knocking again, and a young worker walked by ...

with headphones on bopping, to his music. 

He didn't hear me, or see my frantic waves.

I sat in my car with the door open, thinking, when

later I saw the 2 workers coming from the ballroom.

I jumped out and ran to catch their attention. 

Big mistake, at my age not a great idea.

I went splat, spread-eagle & they didn't see me.

Do you remember when you fell on the playground 

and skinned you hands and knees? Deja vu, big time.

Luckily not hurt, but pride soundly bruised.

I pounded on the glass doors, but they were gone again.

Too much invested by now, I persisted.

Later the man finally saw a strange lady flailing wildly ...

opened the door saying, "Oh is this yours?"

At 10:15 PM I was on the freeway, home bound.

Near home, I drove through a Der Wiener-schnitzel take out 

for a chili dog with mustard & onion!

Not a healthy choice, but none of my choices had been so far.

And, I earned it, right?

A smile for Saturday ...