Prison Pete

Thursday, August 17, 2006
  Promises, Promises.
I was not going to send a letter out tonight as I am having a problem keeping my eyes open. The nose is in full clog mode and I guess while I do not have a high temperature, lying horizontal does seem to be the position that my body is requesting most.

No letters have arrived from anyone but you and my parents in over a month. I am very grateful for your continued letters, and do not mind the Dear Diary format in the least.

But for the time being I need to catch up on all the other stuff you have been writing about and do not want to get off on a tangent of Pete's views of the world through romantic novels.

My record with the ladies has been on a downward spiral of late so perhaps I should just keep my suggestions to myself. But then again you never know when I might actually come up with a good idea or two. Yeah I hear you; you are not going to hold your breath.

It will be interesting to see if anyone writes to me about Farm Camp Lowy. I am finally over the expectations of anyone ever really writing to me, so go ahead and tell me all about the people who ask for my address and promise to write.

If you get a few letters in a row from me with strange water marks on them, or worse, red blotches from blood dripping from me, then maybe you could censor the letter promises again. But for now bring it on; I can take it.

BTW the only reason I even went to Farm Camp Lowy was because the people running it lived across the street from us in Brooklyn and my Mom was running a home baby sitting service and these neighbors had a three-year-old. I believe one or both of the parents were involved with Pratt Institute as teachers or other staff.

The camp when I went there was more of an upscale thing. You could go for one month or stay for the entire summer. It was certainly of the somewhat hippie-type influence (well it was 1969 after all), and I thought the year I went was one of the first years the couple was running it.

Anyhow I guess with the increased mobility of the upper middle class, locations such as upstate NY do not have the cachet of more exotic locations.

Well count time and lights out, more to follow.
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