Prison Pete
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Learn to speak Spanish?
Well, it is now 5:00 PM and I have until 7:25 to get this letter typed in, print a draft, edit, and then print the final copy that will hopefully meet all of the requirements that your latest letter mentioned.
Damn it, I went to the store today and forgot to buy the damn picture tickets.
The way the great picture system works, we buy tickets at $1 each on our weekly trip to the great commissary, and then on Saturday or Sunday evening come down to Rec and get the pictures taken. They go out for developing on Wednesday (usually), and are available for pickup on Thursday. So, I will probably get the tickets next week.
Sorry for the delay.
I am thinking that you have gotten two letters from me since I received your last letter, but I am sort of confused as to what I have included it the letters. So, now I will keep the draft copy of my letter and then I will know what I said. If I have sent the two letters, it does appear you did not get them before your most recent letter.
Of course, this whole thing may become academic if I get a positive response from the federal judge, meaning that once we perfect the system, I could be a free man. Yeah, like New York is going to be flooded by global warming.
Wait one minute, I just heard about that on NPR.
So, in the meantime (hmmm meantime, that means hard time as in if someone is mean and ugly), let’s see what we can throw into this letter.
Any peeks into True Love? As I recall, the first story is a good one about what happens to grade school puppy love. Talk about saving the right stuff; I just got a cold shiver thinking of the story.
I think I commented on your "learn Spanish in prison" suggestion. Five years of high school French and I could not even order a meal in a French restaurant in NYC. I do, however, clearly remember the time we caught the French teacher and the headmaster coming out of his office one evening after they had been doing the horizontal rumba in his office.
My ex spoke fluent Spanish and I could never pick up a bit. The interesting part is that some of the nicest guys here in the Leather Shop area are all Spanish speaking, and I wish that I could communicate with them in their language. I always said that I was good at picking up computer languages, but they only have 100 to 200 words and very few grammatical rules.
Well, it is now 6:00 PM Thursday and all of the above was typed Wednesday up until 5:45 PM when they decided to recall the entire Rec area. This was due to an incoming storm. Usually they only shut the outside area, but last night some bright soul decided to send us all in. Then at 6:30 PM they had a move out back to Rec, but I was already comfy and reading one of the books you sent.
They say not to worry, if you do not like the weather here, stick around ten minutes, and it will change.
Damn it, I went to the store today and forgot to buy the damn picture tickets.
The way the great picture system works, we buy tickets at $1 each on our weekly trip to the great commissary, and then on Saturday or Sunday evening come down to Rec and get the pictures taken. They go out for developing on Wednesday (usually), and are available for pickup on Thursday. So, I will probably get the tickets next week.
Sorry for the delay.
I am thinking that you have gotten two letters from me since I received your last letter, but I am sort of confused as to what I have included it the letters. So, now I will keep the draft copy of my letter and then I will know what I said. If I have sent the two letters, it does appear you did not get them before your most recent letter.
Of course, this whole thing may become academic if I get a positive response from the federal judge, meaning that once we perfect the system, I could be a free man. Yeah, like New York is going to be flooded by global warming.
Wait one minute, I just heard about that on NPR.
So, in the meantime (hmmm meantime, that means hard time as in if someone is mean and ugly), let’s see what we can throw into this letter.
Any peeks into True Love? As I recall, the first story is a good one about what happens to grade school puppy love. Talk about saving the right stuff; I just got a cold shiver thinking of the story.
I think I commented on your "learn Spanish in prison" suggestion. Five years of high school French and I could not even order a meal in a French restaurant in NYC. I do, however, clearly remember the time we caught the French teacher and the headmaster coming out of his office one evening after they had been doing the horizontal rumba in his office.
My ex spoke fluent Spanish and I could never pick up a bit. The interesting part is that some of the nicest guys here in the Leather Shop area are all Spanish speaking, and I wish that I could communicate with them in their language. I always said that I was good at picking up computer languages, but they only have 100 to 200 words and very few grammatical rules.
Well, it is now 6:00 PM Thursday and all of the above was typed Wednesday up until 5:45 PM when they decided to recall the entire Rec area. This was due to an incoming storm. Usually they only shut the outside area, but last night some bright soul decided to send us all in. Then at 6:30 PM they had a move out back to Rec, but I was already comfy and reading one of the books you sent.
They say not to worry, if you do not like the weather here, stick around ten minutes, and it will change.
Comments:
They say the same thing about the weather here in Texas as well. The strange thing is that we get all different kinds of weather from tornadoes to blizzards. And I happen to live in the number one windiest city in the United States. The wind here sucks. But at least we get all four seasons.
French - archaic as it is was even in those days, was my grade school language class choice and now here I am years later and surprisingly enough I seem to only remember studying the words starting with the letter “C”. chapeau/hat, chateau/castle, chat/cat, chien/dog – etcetera. I know that definitely I must have attempted the whole alphabet at sometime but what stuck was the C’s. Hmmmm? Maybe I was Francophile traumatized or in the very least something about that day became imbedded in my young mind. It was after all a long time ago! Oh and - Baisez les bâtards à New York ! Laissez-les faire le temps !
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