Spent the day with Dad. He said that with my new drug habit I seem not only happier but more decisive; that even Seth remarked on the change. (What d’ya know. Seen from inside it’s not nearly so dramatic.) Dad said I drive my car more decisively — whatever that means; it’s further puzzling because he could not have seen me drive in at least fifteen years.
He bought a stack of books from the Esperanto League for North America, where we had our first-ever extended conversation with Don Harlow after long (if intermittent) impersonal contact. I bought a swell pin that reads Neniu fremdulo en Esperantujo (no-one a foreigner in Esperantia).
After lunch we took a scenic spin up Grizzly Peak Blvd and rode a miniature railroad. Back on flatter ground, I found something Dad wanted. We made rendezvous with Ruth and Seth, and enjoyed a dinner punctuated with drollery.
For twenty years and three days this entry misspelled neniu as nenio (‘nothing’).
Don Harlow died in 2008, Cody’s Books soon after. ELNA changed its name and moved to Maine. I will not speculate about causality.