One Summer (The LA Trip)

Welcome back to the blog. Sorry about the late entry but I was away for a few days. As a reminder, as I will not divulge any of the actual memoir on these pages. I will detail highlights of research, interviews, etc. That being said, my time with Michael, my colleague and costar from Hair was incredible.  I did not expect a two-hour phone call from 300 miles away, turning into a visit with hours and hours of catching up on those lost years. All of this culminated in 100 pages of interview that will be edited by both subject and writer to find the material that best tells the story of Michael’s life after Shasta.

What I did not expect was meeting a new friend, protector, and bedmate.
For the life of me, I did not think the two of us would grow so close in such a brief time. Michael, I expected to bond at once. His dog Tahoe turned out to be a very unexpected benefit.
To say Tahoe is a happy dog is putting it mildly. He is handsome, playful, athletic, and very affectionate. I may just have to come back down soon to interview him.
Upon arriving, Michael and I chatted until the wee hours of the night, just laying the groundwork for our interview that would take place on Wednesday. As the two humans bonded, Tahoe was always there, sitting beside me, resting his head in my lap, and reminding me that he was there as well. And that he was available for an interview anytime.
It was after Michael and I said goodnight that Tahoe really got serious about bonding.
The room was dark. I was settling into a very comfortable bed when—umph!—a large presence made itself known by leaping onto the bed. This uninvited friend wasted no time beginning his canine seduction. The licking of my bare feet quickly settled into spooning as Michael’s dog curled up against his new best friend.
The evening was not entirely peaceful. There was a canine dream during which Tahoe apparently decided to use my back as a treadmill in pursuit of whatever the squirrel that had been tormenting him. I am sure he left a couple of marks, which I will have to explain to my wife later.
Despite the spooning, he was the perfect gentleman, and after the third night, when he decided to sleep on the floor next to the bed, left me a little disappointed. Oh, well.
Sensing that I was feeling a bit abandoned, during the last hour of the last day of my stay he jumped into bed and reminded me, ever so cruelly, of what I would be missing after I was gone.
As I sit in the airport writing this, I am already missing my new friend and protector. Goodbye, Tahoe. Until we meet again.