I had the T.V. to myself last evening ─ my younger brother remained away that evening, and spent the night at the home of his girlfriend Bev.
I never watched anything that is too unusual for me when on my own. A T.V. series I have taken to is Chesapeake Shores, and I like amusing myself by picturing me involved with the O'Brien's ─ maybe even as a much younger man. I enjoy wondering what my fictional self would do if each of the O'Brien sisters displayed an interest in me ─ who would I pick, or do I have a favourite?
None of the actresses portraying the sisters were familiar names to me, even if one or two appeared somewhat familiar. I see now that Jess, the youngest of the sisters, is portrayed by actress Laci J. Mailey; she has acted in a few T.V. shows where I surely must have seen her.
I even tried to watch the T.V. series Falling Skies back when it had its run, but the series always ran hereabouts on the Space channel at something like 5:00 p.m. or 6:00 p.m., and I normally did not begin watching T.V. until 8:00 p.m. And so I eventually gave up because I just lost track of it. Perhaps I watched it enough to have seen episodes when Laci had a recurring role, but I can't recall the character.
I sure love her unusual blue eyes.
The eldest O'Brien sister is played by Meghan Ory. She seemed familiar, but I had no idea why. Now, upon reading that she had the recurring role of Ruby (Red Riding Hood) on the T.V. series Once Upon a Time, I can immediately picture her.
Anyway, I watched the first season finale of Chesapeake Shores last evening, and then decided to also catch the first episode of the second season ─ all while indulging in three or better ounces of vodka.
I located the episodes through streaming 'apps' that I have downloaded into our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box.
After I finished with T.V., I became involved here at my computer in some correspondence and research, and it was approaching 11:00 p.m. before I got to bed.
One of the things I researched futilely was the name Jean Michelle Martin. I may have her middle name misspelled, but I just do not know anymore.
Back in the early to mid-1970s, I was involved for a few years in correspondence with a few fellow Marvel comic book fans who ─ like me ─ had managed to get letters published on occasion in one or another issue of Marvel's series.
Jean M. Black hailed from the Alameda area of California, and had aspirations of possibly becoming a graphic novel artist, and maybe even a writer. Her passion was such that she had created a female superheroine she called Skylark, and eventually she even dabbled in a comic fanzine she created that she called Skylark.
Jean M. Black was to marry and relocate to the Altoona area of Pennsylvania, but I cannot recall now if she married and became Jean M. Martin before or after her move.
She seemed to have a very good friend in a possibly older woman by the name of Mary Stolzenbach, if I am spelling that last name correctly.
My life became an utter turmoil by 1976. I had been living in New Westminster since at least as far back as 1969, but I pulled up all stakes and moved back to Surrey from whence I had previously moved in the latter 1960s.
I had always been chronically unemployed, and that was not to change anytime soon. I was also adept at falling hopelessly in love when some young thing displayed her interest in me ─ I would love with an addictive need that would always come close to ending my life when the inevitable breakup was thrust upon me.
I had thought that by moving back to Surrey, in time I would manage to get a steady job and feel worthwhile about myself, and then I could pick up with my pen-pals and the friends I had made during my time in New Westminster.
Well, the employment improvement just did not happen anytime soon. It was to be a full two decades.
By then, even if I had wanted to reestablish contact, I had lost most of the things I had collected, including the addresses of my former pen-pals. Besides, I became embroiled in trying to survive my job, and I contemplated suicide and often drank heavily because I was just not suited for it. However, I had an indeterminate appointment and a pension plan ─ I had no choice but to try and hang on despite the odds against me.
I never did get in touch with old friends until it became too late. I no longer knew how to reach them, and they were from a time when there was no Internet. Likewise, I doubt that any of my old friends in New Westminster was ever to learn how to use a computer anyway ─ I did, because I had an office job in the federal government.
I would love to be in touch with dear Jean Martin née Black once more, but I know nothing of her since her move to the Altoona area up until I moved away from New Westminster in 1976 or so.
She may have had a marital breakup and subsequently remarried with yet another new family surname. Or something worse may have befallen her.
Curiously, I did find mention of a fledgling writer named Jean Michelle Martin who had a very few stories published in three of the extremely popular comic books Vampirella, Creepy, and Eerie ─ they were most popular during the 1970s, and died out by approximately 1983.
Apparently they were all revived as reissues in an anthology format well into the 2000s ─ I have no idea what is happening with them today, for those Wikipedia articles are just too involved for any quick scan, and I haven't the time to read them thoroughly right now.
Notwithstanding, if you refer to the HeyKidsComics.Fandom.com page Jean Michelle Martin/Writer, you can see two issues of those comics that each evidently had a story by a Jean Michelle Martin; and the ComicVine.Gamespot.com page Jean Michelle Martin mentions those two issues and three others.
But is this even a woman, let alone my Jean? It could be a man with a French pedigree.
The original Jean Michelle Martin stories would have probably been published back in the latter 1970s or early 1980s, and the more recent dates of those comics are because they are anthological or archival reissues of the earlier comics.
Of course, as implied, I just may be barking up the wrong tree, and this person has nothing to do with my Jean.
It's unfortunate that no one reads this blog of mine, so I will never know the truth concerning Jean through this sorry medium.
Another of my pen-pals seems to be far more locatable, and is even still living in the same city. I found a Facebook account for him and sent off a private message this afternoon, but the Facebook account has hardly any activity. In fact, he last posted in January of last year.
He would have to actually log into his Facebook account to find the message, for Facebook does not send out E-mails to account holders to alert them whenever someone messages them. Heck, he might not ever log into his Facebook account again.
But I think he may also have a LinkedIn account ─ if I am remembering right. I will also give that a shot.
My eyes have been abused far enough today by my hours and hours of work here at this computer, so I think I will call a halt.
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