Missed it. Almost exactly 18 years ago. August 20th, 1985. Big Dave's Pig Roast. Music. 30 half barrels of beer. Wonder if it's still going on.

On a joyous contemporary note - my friend Mary, of whom I wrote awhile ago - I believe I told whatever gentle readers I have that I had mailed a card to an address that seemed to have her name on it. That was something like a month ago. I gave up. She called. Yesterday. Talked of old times. Talked LIKE old times. A very good old time it was. Big Dave can have his Pig Roast. I've got Mary back. Good things all around.

1983. A rejection letter from Easy Rider. Yes, I've been rejected by Easy Rider, so why didn't I hang myself? Well, it wasn't for writing. It was just a couple of slides. One of my five year old daughter sitting on a '69 Sportster, and one of my friend David sitting on a window ledge watching my boyfriend Steve wrench on his bike - with a three foot snowdrift lining the curb. It's a standard rejection form letter, but it's from Easy Rider. It starts out, "Say:" typed in, and then my name written next to it. It's signed, "Ride safe, Snake."