My conscious memory of the early 1990s must cover only something like 10 different days.
Just a few scattered memories on a few different days. There are other memories of her I can't find in my journal. Dinner at her house with her parents. Driving back one other night and going through a police checkpoint on a road in the countryside near Central, South Carolina, and a police officer telling me one of the headlights was out on my RX-7. Sometimes I wonder if I was doing that stuff deliberately just to strengthen the plausibility of my cover identity, which was actually my true identity.
And then 1000s of days that are a complete mystery to my conscious awareness.
My mind doesn't care that other memory is invisible in my brain.
There is no real conflict.
Nobody is challenging me about my recollection.
Nobody says anything to me about my memory.
Nobody says anything to me about anything anymore.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 6:45 PM Pacific Time somewhere near Seattle Washington USA Friday 14 February 2014 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2014/02/sleeper.html
So anyway, I still cannot recall one single thing about the guy who replaced Jim Shea. Sure, I recall Frank helping me load my moving truck there in 1992 when I tranfered to Memphis but was he the one who replaced Shea? I just cannot recall. If I worked with him for about a year then seems I would remember something.
The Alibi Squad.
Ah, but now I remember more as I try to remember details about the time of year. I decided I am think about the end of summer in the year 1990. That must be what I am thinking of because of my jacket.
That got me thinking about changes that leads to that memory. That caused me to remember certain details about when we started to work as contractors for First Federal Savings and Loan of South Carolina.
When we worked on that ATMs the bank always had security guards meet us there. They had the keys to safe with the money in it and they guarded the money while I worked on the ATM. Jim Shea was laughing for a while about how one of the women who worked as a security guard wanted to go out on a date with me. I didn't want to. Sometime after we had worked with them for a while the bank fired the security guard company and regular bank employees, the bank tellers, took over that role. They guarded the money and they had all the keys to let us into the bank and into the machines. That was how I met Bobbilynn out in Clemson. But before that, and during that time-frame, was Melody Barber there was Cecilia Gage. I knew Rachel because she was a bank teller in the main branch and my employer's office was there in that main branch office. I remember Jim Shea telling me she liked me. Another time he was complaining that he wasn't my social secretary or whatever was his precise words, from taking messages for me from women who called me at the office. I think that time was the woman who worked for the architect there in Greenville. A woman who worked at one of the many bank branches I traveled to there in Upstate South Carolina introduced me to her. So anyway, the bank had a schedule for the bank tellers who volunteered and they would be on call just as I was. I was on call for one full week and then I was not on call the next week. With only Jim Shea and me to cover that region of South Carolina we were on-call from the morning hours until midnight and he and I had to take every service call that came in. We also had to work full days. The bank had employees on-call too and they would meet one of us there at the site that was having problems and they would stay there until Jim or I fixed the machine. One night, perhaps a weekend day, I was out at a stand-alone ATM with Melody Barber and Cecilia Gage and I remember that we were in that ATM room and Cecilia was feeling cold and I was wearing a jacket, the kind they call a bomber's jacket, and I took it off and gave it to her. Later I was over at the Phoenix nightclub near the airport, where I often went with Barbara and pals, and I discovered that Cecilia had put a note in one of the jacket pockets and she had written her telephone number on it. So anyway, that got me thinking about the time of year and that must have been the year 1990. That reminded me about those security guards and I have not thought about those details in what seems like over ten years at least if even that. So I wonder what else I have forgot.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 14 February 2014 excerpt ends]
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Dulcinea (Pilot)
So, why haven't you moved on, then? Because no one tried to push an XO badge on me.
I like things the way they are.
Evolve or die.
Then at least I'll die grinning.
Don't be stupid.
One of these days, Earth and Mars are gonna bury the hatchet and hammer out a treaty.
Yeah, and now you're dreamin', Cap.
McDOWELL: I'm a man of great vision.
You'll see.
Means we'll finally get out of the ice-hauling business and into the Earth-Mars business.
Less risk, way better reward.
Maybe a chance to see Earth again.
What makes you think I wanna see Earth again? You a "wanted man" back in Montana? Maybe I am.
Someday you'll tell me that story.
Right after you tell me the story about those.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Tuesday, June 13, 2006 8:35 PM
To: Kerry Burgess
Subject: Re: Journal June 13, 2006
Kerry Burgess wrote:
I was reading that Officer And A Gentleman was filmed in Port Townsend, WA. That reminded me a girl I dated in Clemson, SC, when we both worked at that bank, First Federal of South Carolina. Her name was Bobbilynn Townsend. Then I remembered that the people she worked with at a second job she had, at a drug store I think, used to call her BLT, for her initials. But then I remembered that her initials were actually BMT, and that reminded me that her middle name was Michelle, I think. Not sure why that is important, but feels like it means something I can't remember.
I am starting to wonder again, I've had this thought several times lately, that I lost my long-term memory at some point. I may not ever actually remember any of this stuff, only to have to read it or hear about it to actually know any of it.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 13 June 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 9/3/2006 7:54 PM
I can’t find a lot about the Burroughs terminal and ATM’s There is plenty of the B-series computers, but not a lot on what I remember working on.
The ATM was the RT-750 model. It featured the same Logic Control Unit for data processing and communication as the bank tellers used in the bank offices. As part of the RT-750, the LCU was referred to as the “BMT.” Bobbilynn Michelle Townsend, an employee of the bank was impressed that I knew that acronym stood for “Burroughs Modular Terminal.” She asked me about it one day at the bank because she noticed it was the same as her initials. I forget the model number of the standalone LCU, it may have been EF-4600. There were also two different types of printers I worked on.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 03 September 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 10/31/2006 5:50 PM
The first night I met Bobbilynn, I lost my pager for a while. That may have also been the night I got a speeding ticket from a state trooper on the way out there between Clemson and Seneca. I was waiting for Bobbilynn to meet me at the Seneca branch to work on the ATM one night. If you were standing in front of the branch, with Highway 123/76 at your back, there is, or was, a payphone to your left. I later found my pager in the grass near the phone, which I had used to call into the central dispatch of the bank to left them know I was waiting there because no one had shown up to let me in.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 31 October 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 10/31/2006 9:58 PM
The plot thickens. This runway is laid out the same as the runway at Kennedy Space Center that the shuttle lands on. I am also thinking about Bobbilynn Michelle Townsend
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 31 October 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 3:24 PM Pacific Time somewhere near Seattle Washington USA Wednesday 27 November 2013 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2013/11/what-day-in-past-did-your-revered.html
I would have sworn I wrote more about that time on Highway 76 when I was driving Bobbilynn back home in my red Mazda RX-7. I can still visualize that to some degree. I was driving back towards Clemson and another car pulled up alongside and was looking over at us. Only in recent days did I start thinking about why he was doing that. I have thought about that memory at least several times in recent years. I recall that I have thought about that memory several times in the past decade and I always wondered why he was doing that. I can vaguely recall Bobbilynn and I wondering why he was driving next to us as he was. Now it seems obvious. Only in recent days did I begin to understand that obviousness. The timeframe is right.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 27 November 2013 excerpt ends]
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Springfield! Springfield!
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Dulcinea (Pilot)
(DOOR OPENING) (DISTANT CELLO MUSIC PLAYING) (CELLO MUSIC PLAYING) XO: (HUMS) Daffodil A daffodil (XO CHUCKLES) Rosa Priscitha Roses.
Daisies.
Daisy Daisy Ah, Jimmy boy.
You know what I just can't figure out? We make it all this way, so far out into the darkness.
(CHUCKLES) Why couldn't we have brought more light? (LAUGHS) I hear ya Okay, come on, now, X.
(LAUGHS) - (GUNSHOT) - Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa! (LAUGHING MANIACALLY) (SOBBING) Oh, my God.
(SOBBING)
- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 01:53 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Monday 07 December 2015
