Read Pluto Walks the Earth, Chapter 29: Lockdown
Pluto
December 7, 1941, a day which will live in infamy.
That was Franklin D. Roosevelt, the president, right after Pearl Harbor. Well, here’s me:
June 20, 2012. A day which will live in confusionfamy. (I made up that word. It’s “confusion” and “infamy” together.)
Six o’clock in the morning, Myrrhgenroder picks me up for our golf date. It’s still not quite sunlight as we head up to her club called Black Mesa, which is not far from their house. She wants to talk to me about PMR and PLR (I know, even that’s confusing. PLR is past-lives regression) and my role as Youth Advocate for the San Vicente Tract homeless shelter. She says it’s “our 18-hole agenda.”