Rod McKuen - Flight Plan


RICHARD KEGLER'S BIRTHDAY & AND THE GREAT MARTINI CAPER		Rod has a well deserved weekend off and will be back with us on Monday. Enjoy the break, Rod. Yesterday was Richard Kegler's birthday - he of the P22 Type Foundry, those wonderful people who brought you Beatsville. To celebrate the event Rod designed a truly creative Flight Plan using the P22 Beatsville font but the technical problems we had yesterday prevented us from getting it on-line. Now we know not all of you have the Beatsville font installed on your computers so we've posted images of the first 3 pages of what should have been yesterday's Flight Plan for you to see the full effect of all Rod's hard work. Check them out, they're terrific fun and you'll also learn how to prepare the perfect martini. Wonder if Waldo had a hand in this? Martini Guide Page 1 Martini Guide Page 2 Martini Guide Page 3 Happy Birthday for yesterday, Richard! - Ken, Johannesburg, November 21.



		Troy Aikman o Vivian Blaine o Joseph Campanella o Tom Dorsaneo o Coleman Hawkins o Goldie Hawn o Lawrence Luckinbill o Lorna Luft o Natalia Makarova o Juliet Mills o Franco Nero o Eleanor Powell o Nicolette Sheridan o Marlow Thomas o Voltaire

		Good character nearly always leads to capitol. Invest in yourself. You are your best asset. Without firmness of purpose genius wastes its efforts. Use caution in thinking ill of other and even more in reporting it.

SATURDAY NIGHT		To see them dance is always such a marvel whether they run down the length of Strauss or stand in place for Stoney End. Their motions are as fluid as a kind of liquid neon, even on a floor so crowded that each of them appears to be the other’s next of kin. The dancing like the darkness has no starting place and seemingly no real end. If you come here three nights running you begin to feel the night starts only with your arrival and stops as quickly when you go. I wasn’t dancing but I wasn’t standing still. I wasn’t hunting, but I hoped. New Year’s Eve did not fill up the forefront of my mind. I didn’t need tomorrow only now. Maybe I stayed longer than I’d planned for with the music and the lateness of the hour before I’d finished living now I was driving through tomorrow. Later on the street the last fall leaves were flying through the railings to float along the dark canal. Another evening maybe: with the winter dead ahead I had three dozen nights lined up and waiting no different than the one I’d just come through. I could be content to walk back slowly and finally slide down into the same safe security that only hotel beds afford. Knowing that it waited empty in the darkness my footsteps quickened. - from "Moment to Moment" 1973,1975

Birthday research by Wade Alexander

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