Thursday 08/29/2024
At 10am I drove to the museum to lead a private tour, 20 seniors from The Villages, a residence in south San Jose. Nice group. I didn’t do well, though (by my standards) as I was trying to modify my memorized pitch to suit what seemed like a less technical group. I fumbled and stammered a lot. Well, a little. Anyway, they were nice.
In the afternoon the Good Times committee met to further plan the upcoming folk fest, and Stew had big news: Joan Baez is going to attend, and may say a few words. It happens that one of our residents was her personal physician back in the day, and has maintained a social relationship every since.
We are not going to share this news with any of the people who are performing. Knowing this retired idol will be there already makes me intensely self-conscious about performing. I tell myself, if anyone on earth has to be used to hearing bad folk-singing, it’s her. But still. I’m planning to sing in front of Joan Baez. Acckkkkkk!
In the evening I turned on the auditorium for a candidate meet and greet: Terri Godfrey, running for the Foothill College Board. Seemed like a nice person.
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