Two letters in two days.
I have spent seven and a half hours at the typewriter today. The results are enclosed. Three blog posts, one of which has been in the works for way too long.
I am going to get back to my writing since no one else is going to do it for me. As always, I actually feel good about what I have accomplished, and need to keep the flame of inspiration burning.
Part of the time was that I also printed two cleaner carbon copies of the 'gifted' post. I am going to send a copy to Mom and Dad, and to my buddy Dave still doing Club Fed time.
I included a paragraph about you and your Dad in the gifted post and am not sure if you want to include it or not. That is why I made it a separate paragraph; just delete it if you want. I did get that nice warm feeling that always seems to come when I remember when I was a kid living in Long Island and the warmth I always felt hanging out with you.
I do not mean to imply that you were my friend only because your Dad said to be my friend, but he certainly was one of the few male parents I have any memory of from that period of time. I remember spending time in the church office with Mrs. Walker, the secretary, and Mrs. Pratt was always willing to share time with me.
Damn, those were the days. I am so glad we have been able to again share our lives with each other. Someday it might even be possible with me not behind barbed wire fences.
I had not finished reading Calulu's blog
from her last letter to me. She has one crazy life and really does pour out a whole bunch of her life on her blog. I had just shut down and crawled into a hole. No wonder I have not been typing much.
Hopefully the flood gates will remain open. More to follow.