Looper Fought the Law
"...and won. IT will be contacting E to schedule her powerlifting dial-a-dip ride for the duration of the class--will check to make sure she gives them the right cut-off date. I'll ask Jane the travel trainer (who hasn't called me back, though she's supposed to be back from vacation) to train E in how to call d-a-d in case she does ever need to use it."

After vowing to change Dial-A-Lift's 6-months-or-more-or-you-have to-call-for-each-ride rule Looper made good. Now the rule is 3 months -- half the time. In other words, if you are needing a ride every Tuesday for 3 months at 3pm to Planet X, now you can schedule the rides at one time, instead of needing to call for each ride. The entire process is so difficult L was despairing of DD individuals managing at all. Now it is somewhat easier! All Hail Looper!

And Looper said earlier:
"my friend's daughter wrote yesterday (a friend I write once or twice a year) to say that my friend is dead. I'd been waiting for a long time for something like this to happen, as I find it disturbing that some people I believe are alive are in fact dead. There's a Berryman poem about this that I'll have to put on my blog. I wrote back to my friend's daughter to relay a story that her mom told me (she has probably heard it a thousand times but nevertheless) about how when she was shopping for fabric in Macy's, holding a swath across her body, Greta Garbo walked by and nodded, like: yes, buy that. So she did but never sewed it into anything."

Kinkmeister Wayne
A million years ago I remember John Wayne, I think it was, saying that there was a famous star who was masquerading as a woman -- either Maye West, Greta Garbo, or someone I can't remember -- and that when that person died his sex would be revealed. So I stood with bated breath following the death of number one, then two, then three. No strange news. And really, I would just as soon not know if it is true. However -- semi interesting, hmmm?