Until this morning I didn’t remember much about Sunday, December 10, 1978. I probably wrote about it in my journal — almost certainly — but I’m not sure where that journal is.

Among the many many papers and other memorabilia I found in boxes from my mom’s house was a flier from Leeds Playhouse about Luis Buñuel’s film, That Obscure Object of Desire. I was staying with Jeremy’s family near Leeds, England before heading to London to do some student teaching and Jeremy had a part-time job at Leeds Playhouse.

I’d not seen too many foreign films, and none as unusual as this one. It stayed with me for years and I know I shared it with at least one other person.

I wonder what I’d think of it now.

And — all this time I thought he had an R in his name. I was calling him Brunuel.

Okay, I can throw this flier away.