I created a new blogging account at a site called Dreamwidth 4 weeks ago, and forgot about it and never used it. I was reminded of it recently when I got an email from Peter Harvey. So I’ve cobbled together one entry (below). I suspect this will get no more use than LiveJournal.
I forgot about Dreamwidth….and the account I started on December 9th, 2023. A Saturday. That was the day I picked up Moki’s ashes, I believe. Original death certificates the day before. Tearful talks to the USAA people in the afternoon. I meant to go to church but swilled vodka and cried instead. A few days later I received Moki’s DD214 documents, took them to the funeral home. Then I got the death certificates reissued, noting his service record. They cut off Moki’s USAA debit card as of the 11th, as I found when trying to pay for a salad at Mangia.
I came to Dreamwidth by a roundabout way. There was Elisa Rolle’s site, with lots on Peter Harvey. Peter is still around. Did I write an email to Peter? I got one from him a few days ago. Maybe I posted a note on his own website, peterharveystudio. Peter, addressing Margot (telling: not Meg) says that Richard Flagg was merely a lodger at 96 Perry.
But I sent a note to Elisa too:
to elisa at dreamwidth.org
i made an account
megburns@dreamwidth.org
E-c-1
dec 9 2023
Also…I just stumbled across your bio of Peter Harvey, whom I knew back in the Seventies. He did indeed lease a flat at 96 Perry Street, however in the early 70s at least he was mainly living in a loft on Prince Street, across from a big painted billboard for pinking shears. His friend Richard David Flagg was subletting 96 Perry (legally or illegally, I don’t know; but Harvey remained on the mailbox downstairs), and Richard in turn would have a series of flatmates using the bedroom at the south end of the apartment. Big living room, but everything was pretty bare and austere. I recall Peter also had a little house in Kingston, Rhode Island. Other than that, you clearly know a lot more about him than I ever did! When The Children’s Mass folded after a week in May 1973, they brought Tennessee Williams along to the big dinner. He was in town appearing in his “Small Craft Warnings.” Tennessee told playwright Fred Combs that the problem with the “The Children’s Mass” was that it didn’t have a dog. “People lak dawgs.”
Thanks loads.
Meg Burns
megburns@nbnm.net
9 Dec 2023
Strangely depressed this Sunday morning. Rainy outside. A big winter storm presumably dropped snow on New England but it was too warm here. I spent most of yesterday making a big crockpot of chili (good but not as good as last time; suspect last was spicier) and working my way through a pint of Svedka.
In the mail the other day was a card from Deanna and Jim. I must keep what few friends I have close to me.
I discover, in a letter Laura wrote me over a year ago, pictures of her and her sister and nephew Bryan, who got out of the joint a few years ago. I didn’t bother to open this till a few weeks ago, still haven’t read the letter. And another photo, clearly of me at Claire’s in Vancouver BC after getting my ears repierced in 1997. That goes in the album by its partner.
Definitely in a depressed near-panic now over money and the future.
