Columbia Record Club. Apparently, I joined? And stiffed 'em? For $1.63. They send me a reminder letter to pay for the record I received, but apparently changed my mind about joining. Wonder which record I ordered? It would have been the free offer one of March, 1963. And a picture of one of my best friends from high school, Marlene, in her nurses cap. She still wears the striped shirt of a student, but looks absolutely spendid with her new cap perched on the back of her short hair.
Friday, May 14, 2004
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
This letter from the fiancee' dated 6 March 1963 is so lovely, I wish I could share it with everyone, but I simply can't - not that part anyway. It would betray thoughts not mine to betray. Suffice it to say that it still warms my heart years later, makes me smile, and wonder that I was ever able to leave him.
What I can write about is the IBM Selectric. He finds one in an office at the base, and uses it to write the letter. Not so much later, I was working in an office in Chicago, and became a virtuoso on the IBM Selectric. I made my living with it until years later when I discovered the only thing better.....Microsoft Word! I make more mistakes on Word, though, because I can type on it almost as fast as I think, so my fingers trip over my thoughts, so to speak. I could do more than 90 wpm on the Selectric. I loved that machine. I wonder if I think at 90 wpm?
What I can write about is the IBM Selectric. He finds one in an office at the base, and uses it to write the letter. Not so much later, I was working in an office in Chicago, and became a virtuoso on the IBM Selectric. I made my living with it until years later when I discovered the only thing better.....Microsoft Word! I make more mistakes on Word, though, because I can type on it almost as fast as I think, so my fingers trip over my thoughts, so to speak. I could do more than 90 wpm on the Selectric. I loved that machine. I wonder if I think at 90 wpm?
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Whew! A wedding invitation pops up. Since it's in an envelope addressed to my fiancee', I thought for a moment it may have been a sample invite to our wedding. I don't think we got that far. I don't think. I know we got engaged, and there was an announcement in the paper, but ...... it was not a good time for me. I've blocked it. I don't know who these people are. I hope they're happy.
The weekend - wonderful. Writer's group on Saturday - they really like my first two chapters. Chapters 3 and 4 are on the table for next time. I'm working on the rewrite of Chapter 6. Should be done by the end of the summer.
My friend Kip in the hospital with a torn esophagus (from years of hacking after bong hits, apparently) and a stomach full of putrifying blood. I looked at him with tears in my eyes and invoked the names of Charlie, Doc and Jacques. Don't go there, I said. He looked thin and worn. I remember the tall husky way too handsome long-haired hippie dude who could knap flint and throw atlatls. He was a male sugar mag. Swear to goddess.
Nisqually: Wilson's phalerope, western tanager, mother merganser with six little red-headed mergansers, one otter on the mud flats, five otters playing in the river. Most of the other usual suspects at large. Beautiful day.
The weekend - wonderful. Writer's group on Saturday - they really like my first two chapters. Chapters 3 and 4 are on the table for next time. I'm working on the rewrite of Chapter 6. Should be done by the end of the summer.
My friend Kip in the hospital with a torn esophagus (from years of hacking after bong hits, apparently) and a stomach full of putrifying blood. I looked at him with tears in my eyes and invoked the names of Charlie, Doc and Jacques. Don't go there, I said. He looked thin and worn. I remember the tall husky way too handsome long-haired hippie dude who could knap flint and throw atlatls. He was a male sugar mag. Swear to goddess.
Nisqually: Wilson's phalerope, western tanager, mother merganser with six little red-headed mergansers, one otter on the mud flats, five otters playing in the river. Most of the other usual suspects at large. Beautiful day.
