June
10, 2,004
Off to Hollywood again! Gerald's not doing very well physically,
and these plane trips really bother his legs. But Muhammed and
his lovely wife are ready to go. The power is ready to
flow. We need to get this connection so we can get more energy
into Iraq. The situation grows more desperate every day.
And as usual, Jimmy Kimmel is calling us to be on his show just when
it's needed most! The visits to our web sites are rising
daily. Though the energy we are using in Fargo is shaky it is
still there. But it is obvious we won't be able to stay here much
longer. They don't have any golf carts at the LA airport, but
it's been arranged that a wheel chair meet us at the plane and take
Gerald to the luggage area where our ride will be waiting. Let
you know what happens when we get back. They changed the song
we're supposed to sing from "We Need Our Dear John" to "Jimmy, Rocks
The Night!" which we don't know all that well so we're scrambling to
learn it. Wish we had time to rehearse like other singers
do!
June
12, 2,004
Home At Last!
We're back from our second trip to Jimmy Kimmel Live! Went a
little bit better this time because we knew what we were doing, but
still traveling is a pain, literally. We didn't fly United this
time, we flew Western. But the service was just as good.
Nothing much happened on the first plane. We were rather zonked
after getting up at 4 o'clock in the morning to get our ride at
5. They had switched songs on us and we were desperately trying
to learn the one they wanted us to use. But on the second plane
all hope of practicing was forgotten! We were seated with a
darling little two year old, Sadie, who was just so much of a delight
that we did nothing but talk to her mother and play with her the whole
flight, which was great for the energy we were carrying, but not for
any rehearsal. We got to California and our limo driver was nice,
but we could tell he was troubled. Come to find out someone had
stolen the art work he had done for twenty years. That would make
me upset, too! The Roosevelt Hotel was great as usual. Our
room was superb. Linda lost her comb so I had to go out and buy
one and got a bottle of soda....three bucks for a two litter bottle of
Sprite! We brought our own food, now we gotta find some way of
bringing our own beverages. We went to the show and
rehearsed. They wanted more certificates for the audience so we
got them ready and I at least numbered them to make them legal.
Don't know how many people kept them, but in the future they may wish
they had! Because those that possess them are going to be
considered some of the luckiest people in the world.
We did our number with one tiny mishap....fortunately nobody
noticed! And, had a nice interview with Jimmy. We told
about John's depression, and, his upcoming marriage. Jimmy was
delightful! One of our friends took us to supper after the show
at Hamburger Hamlet. Absolutely delicious! This place is
going to be one of our favorite stops whenever we're in
Hollywood! Only drawback was we were sat by the bar and we had to
finish our meal quickly, and get out because exhaustion and the bad
vibes from the drinkers were taking their toll. We got a good
night's sleep, my body, however, thought I was still back in Fargo and
woke me up at 5:30 because I was late for my medication, and I couldn't
get back to sleep. So I got up, repacked the suitcase, and got
cleaned up while I let Linda sleep, then got her showered and
dressed. We met our ride, and the trip back to the airport was
pleasant as he took some side streets and we admired the architecture.
Got our tickets without hardly any trouble at all, or, boarding passes,
or whatever they're called now. Had a little trouble getting to
the plane and then found out we were seated on opposite ends! The
desk clerk was trying to figure out what to do when this incredibly
nice gentleman walked up and remarked that he'd overheard our
conversation, and had the seat next to mine, and would gladly
switch. Now don't tell us there aren't any nice people around any
more! Our seat mate on the return trip was a gentleman that was
very interested in our Work and we spent a great deal of time
explaining to him some of the things that we've been through.
We landed at Minneapolis/St. Paul, got whisked around on their golf
carts, bless them! But our next plane was late because of
weather, and we got sat in the very back seats behind the engines and
couldn't see anything! Noise was a little disturbing, too.
Then, we got to the take off position and the thunderstorms hit, and we
had to sit there until they cleared. But we finally got air
borne......quite a take off! Linda nearly broke my arm hanging
onto me, but we finally landed in Fargo several hours late, but the
stretch limo was there and waiting, with one of our favorite
drivers. We got whisked home, and got to bed rather quickly, as
we were expected in The Afterlife to take part in a wedding
celebration, and They wanted as much of us there as possible. All
in all, it wasn't too bad a trip! My eyes are still bothering
from the studio lights, but they'll stop burning after a while.
Oh! People recognized us at the hotel, complimented us on our
performance, said we were marvelous, and, at the airport! We're
being recognized! We did the show, and distributed Muhammed's
power. Still disturbed because we couldn't get his message out,
but we're still working on that. Perhaps with his power flowing
in California we'll be able to do something about that.
Forgot something! Linda had a little trouble getting on the first
plane. All she has for ID is her old Maine driver's license which
expired ages ago, and she had to go through the whole frisk down search
thing, and the guy went through our luggage. It wasn't really
that bad, just a nuisance. You have to remember why they're doing
all this now. But it's so nice to remember the simple times when
you just went to the airport, bought a ticket, got on the plane and
flew! Linda's going to get a state I.D. as quick as we can so the
next time we'll be more prepared. One of these days we're going
to meet a publisher on one of these planes, and he might just say "Do
you mind if I go home with you? I wanna look at some of this
stuff before somebody else gets to it."