Thursday, January 31, 2013

June 19, 1975 (Letter from Diane)



I'm very sorry to hear that you bug died.  I was certain it could survive anything when it made it back to Pgh after the five of us gorged at the Horn of Plenty.  What are you going to do without a car?  I'm miserable without one -- mine is an escape mechanism.  Besides, I've inherited my father's love of big, fast, gas-guzzling cars, particularly Ford Elites.  Of course, by the time I can afford one (long time), there won't be any gas.  Anyway, I hope you can work something out since being stuck in Deer Lodge doesn't seem to be such a great proposition.

Right now, I'm in the midst of a social whirl I may not survive.  The past six weekends have seen a trip, 2 trips home, 2 trips to my aunt's in Baltimore and 3 of company.  (All of which adds up to seven eight which goes to show what kind of shape I'm in.)  The weekend before last, a friend of mine from Penn State, her husband and 9 mo old baby visited.  It was a beautiful weekend so we trekked down to Atlantic City where they were holding an art show.  Some gorgeous paintings were shown that I would have loved to buy.  Unfortunately the prices weren't so gorgeous.  And  naturally I met one of my co-workers while pushing the stroller down the boardwalk.  Luckily, he had the tact not to ask.  My first roast beef dinner went very well and I'm still trying to figure out what I did right.

This weekend, three of my closest friends visits.  (It was a shame, in a way, everybody didn't get here on the same weekend.)  This time we went to Ocean City, N.J. and got burned.  Somewhere between medium rare and well-done.  I am still red and it feels like some midget demon is sticking needles in my legs.  However, I can now walk again.  Sat evening we went to Steak N Brew (just like Emerson's) where we shook with chills.  I had to send my dripping-red, supposedly well-done meat back and they burned it.  And the waitress had the nerve to ask me why I didn't enjoy my meal!

Just to keep things moving, I'm in a wedding at home next weekend, my sister is coming back with me for a week, and my parents will come down over the 4th.  So far nothing after that until August. I know that one of these days it's all going to stop an I'll be bored to death.  So I'll enjoy while the fun lasts.

Speaking of fun, the Depute District Engineer (who thinks he's 5 stars instead of LTC) called me in for an interview without notifying my boss.  He wants to discuss library policies and procedures on a regular basis which isn't bad but I'm not sure it's so good.   First of all, I'll have 2 bosses which makes for a delicate balance.  And I'm used to being on my own and making my own decision entirely.  I'm hoping I can work this set up to the library's advantage, but right now the DDE is relatively new and therefore unpredictable.  He does have those beautiful green eyes in his favor, if you want a totally feminine viewpoint which I'm sure you don't.

I'm going to put pa stop to this babble before you are convinced that the sun cooked my brain as well as my legs.  (To add insult to my literal injury, I also got my first parking ticket on Sat.) Anyways, I hope this awful red fades before I wear that apricot halter gown on Sat.

P.S.  Have you heard from Bill Snyder at all?  None of us know where he is.  Bill Louden is in Ohio and can hopefully reunite with us in the fall.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

June 14, 1975 (Letter from Debbie)

Montana June 1975

I sure was glad to hear from you.  And so prompt too.

The weather here is beautiful today, now yesterday was something else.  It rained and rained and rained.  That made me wish I was back in Montana, where it rains for 1/2 hour then the sun shines. But when it was a beautiful day today I decided to stay where I'm at.

I'm selling Avon now.  There's not much money in it, but I'll get by.  I'm going tomorrow to see if I qualify for a townhouse.  They are really nice.  They are two bedroom and fully carpeted.  Really nice. I sure hope I quality.  I need a place of my own.  My mom is great, but her house is just too small for three more people, and the kids get on her nerves pretty bad.  So I'm looking forward to my own place. I'll let you know when I move, but you can write me here until then.

If you get out this way you better come and see me.  If I get my townhouse I'll have plenty of room for you to stay with me for awhile.  You will, won't you?

What's new in Montana?  Deer Lodge no less!  Anything exciting  happening?  I home so, for your sake anyway.

I've joined a Parents without Partners Club.  It's really a nice idea.  They meet twice a month and have a discussion time and then a dance.  I've met a few really nice guys, and I've had a great time.  I sure wish you were here, though.

Do you ever see Mickey?  She never gave me my cake decorating set back.  I just wanted to make sure she didn't move.

Jody starts speech theropy in July.  (As I'm sure you've noticed my spelling is terrible.)  Anyway, I'm sure looking forward to his going.  It'll do us both good.

Well I guess I'd better quit boring you.  Write soon.  Be good and don't do anything I wouldn't, ok??!

Monday, January 28, 2013

June 9, 1975 (Letter from Grayce)


This is truly a gorgeous day!  I just got back from in town where I bought my father a sweater (summer) for Sunday (Father's Day).  I didn't want to leave uptown because it was so nice, so I just strolled around for awhile, but, unfortunately, I can only stand that for so long -- especially if I can't go into stores and SPEND! It's like a disease.  I wish I could just control myself.  I buy things I really don't need sometimes.  Now that I'm trying to save money, though, I've gotten a bit more control over myself.  Although, with what I make, I doubt very much if I will be able to save much.

Anyway -- I did some weeding in my garden today.  It's really coming along.  I'm quite proud of myself -- as this is my first attempt at outdoor planting.  The tomatoes, lettuce, and onions are really growing quickly.  The lettuce will be ready to eat in a few more weeks, I think.  I'm so excited I can hardly wait!!!  Brook is ready to send me to a loony bin.  The night I planted everything, I couldn't sleep hardly at all and when I did finally get to sleep, I actually dreamed of plants and vegetables.  I had several dreams about them, too.  Some "good and some "bad".  In one of the "good" ones, I can remember seeing my picture in the back of a comic book holding a head of lettuce about 30" in diameter in one of those queer advertisements for fertilizer.  (Isn't that goofy?) Oh well.

Bev told me about her job hunting when she was here, too.  I hope she gets something she likes better. I really thought she liked it there, but I think she doesn't so much, anymore.  In my position, almost any job looks inviting, you know?

You mentioned being a parent.  I'm really scared to death of being in that position.  I think too many people have children who have no idea about what to do with them and don't really think about how they can affect their lives.  It's such an awesome responsibility.

An aside.  (I hope you never really doubted that I cared about your well-being, Tweet!)

Have you heard from Ken and Denise yet again?  I hope he's not too bad, although I can imagine that he's in a lot of pain.

Harvey is in the hospital.  Poor Harvey certainly has his share of problems.  His nerve tendons in both his hands have given him so much trouble.  On top of that he's diabetic and any operation is a risk for him.  He went in last week and it takes several weeks to recover from this thing and then a few months from now he'll have to go in for the other arm.  Well -- enough bad news....

Nothing much is really happening here.  I'm sorry if this letter is extremely boring.  I think I'll only continue it for 2 more pages.  (Paulie says, oh no, 2 more?!!)

I really like having Mondays and Fridays off now (besides weekends).  I really can't take that place full-time and remain sane too (if I may presume that I am presently sane?)

Right now I'm finishing a weaving for Rich Miller's wedding.  It's kind of primitive in earth tones, but I hope he likes it.  I haven't started on Ange's yet -- or rather, I have started in hers at least 4 times and each time I just take it apart because I'm not satisfied with it.  I guess I'm being ridiculous, but I really want it to be special cause she means so much to me.  We've been really close since 3rd grade and we're almost one person in so many ways.  She's one of the few people that I know who would put my welfare above hers in any kind of crisis.  I mean, some people you think might, but I'm really certain of Ange.  I guess cause I've never had ad sister (and she hasn't either) (she has 4 brothers) we just kind of adopted each other.

We haven't kept one promise very well.  We both promised each other when we were about 19-20 that we definitely would not get married til we were at least 28!  Oh well-

(I'm almost to the end, Tweet!!  Do you think you can bear my ramblings for another side of a page?)

My sewing project right now is a bathing suit.  I haven't had one for 3 years, because 3 years ago I gained 15 pounds in one year and I haven't had the discipline to get rid of them yet (what a dis-grayce I am!!!)  Anyway, I decided not to get a bathing suit til I lost that weight and so far I haven't lost it (yeck!)  But my hand is being forced.  Brook wants to go away for a weekend and I don't think (wherever we go) that the people there will appreciate my cut-offs and halter in their pool (if it has a pool and Brooks likes pools, so...)  I haven't given up yet, though. I'm making this so that it can be taken in, if and when the occasion arises.  Concentrate on that for me, if you please?

Well, I'd better start getting dinner ready.  No dessert!!!  (maybe a grapefruit?)

Sunday, January 27, 2013

May 30, 1975 (Letter from Barb N)


Hello.  I got your letter now.  I'm perfectly content at the moment and I am really enjoying myself for the first time in a long time.

I bought a ten speed at the Marine Exchange on base for $76.  I couldn't see paying over $100 for a bike that would do just as good.  Some friends paid $150 for their bikes.  They are real good bikes, but I saved $70 so I'm happy.

I plan to move off base soon.  I want to start pricing places and find the most reasonable place for $100, give or take a few bucks.  I will move in with Sue, a friend that I have recently gotten to know better.  It seems funny sometimes when we hit it right on the nail to what we both like.  A couple of times we just cracked up because of what one said.  She used to like Ringo when the Beatles first came out and so did I.  I don't know how we got on the subject.  Anyways I think I could get along better with her than any of my other friends.  I certainly don't want to live with a chick who is a bitch and I don't want to live with a guy when I am just starting to really enjoy myself.

Sue and I are going to drive to Warren for the weekend in two weeks.  I cannot wait to get back and look at the hills.  I sure miss the beauty of Warren.  I'll take and show Sue the dam.  Tim is in a band and I want to see him play the drums.

I saw the Eagles in concert last Sat night.  The acoustics were terrible but they put on a good show.  I want to see Pink Floyd in D.C. but I don't know if I will make it to the concert.

I am still planning to take 3 weeks this summer.  Larry wrote to say that they plan to go to New England when I am home.  I hope so.  I'm looking forward to seeing the relatives.  (I might even wear my Navy uniform to church.)

Tonight I am going fishing aboard a cabin cruiser.  I'm not sure how big the boat is, but I'm looking forward to going.  We are going to have a small party abroad the ship.  I'm really excited about going.

Mom told me that you weren't selling your car.  It was just a thought.  It would be better if you did keep your car.  I want to buy a car for a couple hundred dollars.  I want a convertible, though.

Well I'm going to leave now.

4 June.  Hello.  I'll add a few lines to this letter.

I got a flat tire on my bike last night.  I'll get Gordon to fix it for me.

I am going to drop my rate and strike for yeoman.  I don't have to attend school.  I'd rather just work at a job until I get out.  My job now isn't too rewarding.  Sometimes I have to push myself in what I have to do.

I plan to move off base by the end of June.  Sue and I found a place seven blocks from the base.  It has 2 bedrooms, tv, washer and dryer, all utilities paid for $170.  It is the downstairs part of a house.  For the prices they ask around here that is a good deal.  Plus we are allowed to have pets.

That's about all here.

I called home and asked Mom and Dad if we are going to Mass.  I guess it all boils down to what Dale will do.  It's a shame we can't trust him.  He's 18 and maturing into a man, but he sure has a lot to improve   I don't like to get down in him, but I've pampered him much too long.

Write back soon.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

May 29, 1975 (Letter from Diane)


Actually, I haven't decided to take up residence at ol' Webster Hall.  But the thought did cross my mind.  I didn't realize how much I miss Pgh until we went back.  Anyway, for the rates Bev and I paid, the least I could do was swipe the stationery.

We had a great time except the trip was too short.  Grayce, Bev and I went to Scaife Gallery (I know I spelled it wrong last letter) which is pretty decent, the Lutheran Center which was having a book/plant sale for the Socialists, the Top of the Triangle which has yummy food particularly dessert, GSLIS which is completely remodeled and, of course, Boots and Saddle.  Unfortunately but true, Dr. Kolish, Mr., Lee, et. al., weren't there.  Maybe next time.

So the weekend after that being Memorial Day weekend, I went home.  What a trip!  Right off, I nearly got stuck at the Ben Franklin bridge (lights wouldn't change after I paid toll), made a wrong turn off the Schuylkill Expressway and, in a burst of sheer stupidity, but my turnpike ticket behind my sun visor from whence it blew out the window when I put the visor down. I had to pay the whole toll from Jersey and send to Harrisburg for a refund.  Then when I got home, I found out that the bride-to-be had scheduled fitting for the bridesmaids (one I am) at the same time we had invited 30 people to her surprise shower.  Panic!  Since I and another bridesmaid wouldn't be home again until the wedding, we had to contact the dressmaker (not easy) and switch times without arousing the suspicions of the bride (impossible).  We might have made it if the other bridesmaids hadn't decided to use the same lie for changing times that I had.  Well, we finally muddled thru both the shower and the fitting.  Then I had the trip back.  Everything was fine until I decided to stop for a pistachio ice cream cone.  No pistachio.  When I got back to the car, water was dripping out. Thank goodness it was only on overflow but it did scare me.  Then it was back at the B.F. Bridge where again I put my money in and again the red light refused to turn green.  This time I went through and consequently set off alarms and buzzers.  Luckily no police chased me -- my only lucky break of the weekend.  This weekend I'm going to my aunt's in Baltimore. Wonder what will happen.

If you have put up with this drivel so far, here's something that you might know about already.;  I read in the Pgh Wkly that Chilton is putting out a book in Oct called Sugar Blues (by Wm Duffy). They're publicizing it by distributing "How sweet it isn't" buttons.  Of course, sugar still isn't so bad as saccharin is for your health.

Speaking of health (mental), mine is going to be gone if I have to go through this historic mania for another year.  Today, I barely made it to the post office two blocks away.  At least, two schools with kids and teachers were touring and taking up all the sidewalk space.  And it's a year until the Bicen.  Going abroad sounds great-- can I come?

But mania didn't completely describe the city yesterday.  Totally berserk night.  2.3 million people went to see the Flyers on parade.  Horn honked, people streaked, and everyone acted like goofballs (which really isn't hard for Philadelphians!)  When I described the chaos to the librarian who lives across the street, she remarked, "I didn't realize that people got so worked up over a tennis game."  Sigh.

I must admit that I was concerned about you, Paul.  Your letters weren't sounding like you.  But the last one was much better.  Of course, spring is the greatest time of the year (hay fever notwithstanding) and from what Margaret has aid, Montana should be beautiful.  Incidentally, I'm impressed by the Deer Lodge envelope.  It seems like the kind of place my dad would like -- hunting and fishing territory.

Well, the maintenance people have fixed the bldg sewer backup (my tub was the first to back up, naturally, but they came to fix it right after I called at nine tonight) so I'm going to get ready to rest my weary, weary bones.  Keep me posted (and let us know when you're coming East -- maybe we can all get together.)



Thursday, January 24, 2013

May 28, 1975 (Letter from Bev)

Montana 1975

By now you probably know that Diane and I were in Pittsburgh May 16-18 and stayed at Webster Hall.  We were planing to write you a joint letter while we were there, but never got around to it.  It was good to be in Pittsburgh again and to see Grayce and Brook.  We stopped in GSLIS on Friday afternoon but no one was around, naturally.  The building has undergone so many changes with the biggest improvement being the relocation of the library to the 3rd floor.  I also stopped at WPIC. Ellen is acting head librarian and teaching at GSLIS.  There have also been two additions to the WPIC library staff -- 2 full-time librarians.

I've applied with 2 agencies for a new job.  The VA hospital in Wilmington will have an opening shortly for medical librarian and I would really like to fill it.  New Castle county also has 4 openings for librarians.  Both employers pay more than my present job and the positions would probably be more active.  I get so disgusted with my job somedays because the library is underutilized.

My landlord gave me permission to plant a flower garden between the house and the neighbor's fence.  I put in zinnias, snapdragons, and marigolds.  I also planted a tomato plant and a green sweet pepper plant.  My zinnias are in bud already, but the other plants aren't showing any signs of flowering yet.  I can't wait to get my first tomato off the vine.  I noticed that my neighbor has two tomatoes on one of his plants.  My plant doesn't' even have a flower on it yet.

Now that the warm weather has come to Delaware, I plan on hitting the beaches every weekend.  If it doesn't rain, which the weatherman promises,  I'm planning on going to Dewey Beach on Saturday.  It's only a 2 hour drive so I don't think I'll spend the night.

The softball team that I play for isn't doing too great.  We won 1 and lost 2.  Tonight we play the team which we beat 2 weeks ago.  It's really a lot of fun and good exercise.  My tennis game is improving greatly since I started taking lessons.  In two more weeks I should be able to play a decent game, I hope.

Before I forget, Grayce's birthday was April 27th.

That's all that's new from me.  Keep in touch.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

May 27, 1975 (Letter from Denise)

Montana 1975

I'm glad to hear that you're doing ok.  I'm also glad to hear that you enjoyed your vacation to California.  I'll let you know what's happening with us at the present time.  There is so much that is happening at the present time, and a lot in the present future.  Remember I or Kenny told you that we were going to make some angel dust, well we started it, and we're not yet done with it cause when Kenny opened the ether, something caused it to catch on fire.  The whole kitchen was in flames, and Kenny was in there with it.  Kenny got burnt really bad, and is now in West Penn Hospital.  He's got 2nd and 3rd degree burns.  The burns he does have are on both his arms, the back of his knees, the middle part of his back, and his face is badly burnt which consists of blisters on both of his lips.  Paul, I don't know how you feel about God or even about praying to the Lord, but could you say a little prayer for Kenny.  You know something, I knew something was going to happen, I didn't know exactly what, but I just knew something was going to happen.

We've only got 8 more days till our first anniversary.  On June 2nd, we will be married for one full year.  You know something, we may both be in the hospital June 2nd.  I'm going to try to hold this kid back until June 2nd.  Kenny and I thought there was going to be time a couple of days ago, but it was a false alarm.  You know something, we're not even ready to bring the kid home.  We don't have a crib or any clothes or anything.  The only thing we do have is a couple of dresses if it's a girl.  I'm making a blanket for him which I'm almost done with.

You know something, I'm really worried about Kenny.  He's not even allowed to have any visitors because he may get infections from outside people.  I was going to spend the whole day with him today too, and when I found out about him not having any visitors, that really pissed me off.  It took me 2 1/2 hours to get out there, and I was only allowed to spend 5 minutes with him.  I was lucky to get 5 minutes, they weren't going to let me see him at all.  Paul, just say a little prayer, please  I've got to close for now, will write when you let me know what's happening with you.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

May 15, 1975 (Letter from Barb)

Montana 1975

Hello.  I got back from my vacation to Atlanta.  Carla and I had a good time.  We took an eleven hour side trip down to Venice, Fla.  I got a little bit of sun.

My next trip will be home for the summer.  I plan to make it home the last part of July and the beginning of August.  I don't want to go home when Dad will be gone.  I'd like to make it to Warren sometime before, but I can't afford going home for such a short period of time.

Mom and Dad were talking of what we were to do.  They mentioned driving to New England.  So I hope to have an enjoyable time with the folks.

I bought a 10-speed bicycle today at the Marine Exchange for $76.  It is an AMF and it looks like a decent bike.  M.D. and Melody paid $150 for their bikes.  I can't see spending that much money on a bike.  Now I hope to get my rebate check so I'll be able to eat.

I got $6.00 more this paycheck.  I guess the govt is feeling quite guilty.  I will start getting my two year pay on the 11th of July.  I didn't even consider that money in my budget.  My goal is to save $1800  by September 30.

When do you plan to sell your car or purchase a new car?  What sort of condition is your car in?  If you want to buy a newer car and your car is still in some sort of condition would you consider selling it to me?  I don't want a car at the moment.  My bike will do fine, but I would like something in the fall.  I don't want to get anything fantastic.  Just something that will run.  I plan to live off base within next spring.  I'd like to get transferred somewhere away from Norfolk.

I want to start to get into a routine where I will be able to get involved in working with the land. (gardening, etc.)  At the moment I am at a standstill living in the barracks.  I would like to start feeling like I have a home of my own.  It's nice to save money for the future, but I don't want to by-pass my life now.

I heard your comment about the North Pole.  I guess we all get frustrated in some ways, but it's nice to be able to get made and really enjoy what we have with all that is going on in this crazy world now.  I'm just glad to be me.

I finally got to see Carla and I hope to see Max in the fall.  There isn't too many others I care to see.  But when is the last time I saw you?  It's been so long.  I'll have to visit you sometime, but I don't think I'll be able for awhile.  Are you going to take a vacation this summer?

Monday, January 21, 2013

May 18, 1975 (Letter from Grayce)


Diane and Bev just left.  It was a very nice weekend.  We wished you have been here, also.  Aren't I awfully greedy?

First, may I say I'm really sorry about Dale.  He must be going through hell.  Have you spoken to him?  I think it would really be good for him to have someone speak to him without recrimination just now.  His guilt must be a vast thing to bear and more of a punishment than any other person could inflict from without.  I think you could do it very well -- being a gentle person.  Ultimately, it would make more of an impression than anything else he'll possibly hear now.

Paul, I hope I don't sound fatuous but "are you tired of writing to me?"  I really enjoy hearing from you but maybe you would need a rest?  If you'd like I will still write to you and you don't necessarily have to answer each time.  I don't know.  this sounds weird and not what I intend to say.  (Really I hope you don't agree to this because I'd really miss your letters), but let me know and we'll see what we can do, ok?

The weather here hasn't been so great, either.  It's been raining constantly.  I want to plan a small garden -- just some tomatoes, onions, peppers, and squash, but we haven't been able to dig up the ground cause it's always sopping wet.

I refuse to dig the ground because I did only a tiny piece by the side of the house and planted some bachelor buttons (which have probably drowned by now!) and I got an enormous blister on my palm.  Women's Lib can have this part of the fight as far as I'm concerned.  Pulling out your own chair is one thing; digging ditches is something else!

My cactus is not doing too well.  I can't figure it out.  I am convinced that cacti are not meant to flourish in this climate.  If they were, we would have some, wouldn't we?  It's entirely too humid. I hardly ever water the thing and I keep it in the sunniest place possible, but it feels like it's getting mushy and that means death is nigh.  Oh well, ---

No, I didn't attend Pitt's graduation.  It just would have been so meaningless.  Besides, Brook's sister graduated from Duquesne the week after that and Seton Hill's was the week after Pat's and I really didn't think I could take 3 Sundays of platitudes all in a row like that.  I mean, I don't go to church for exactly that reason, so why place myself in that position voluntarily?  It's bad enough that I had to go to those 2 others.  I did go get my diploma, though, since I had to go into Oakland to the doctor's anyway, $5 for that piece of paper.

Brook is out playing softball right now.  He joined a league that a bunch of his friends started. They all keep this bar (The Flame!) in business (or they did when they were younger, anyway) so the manager sponsors their team.  They're not too bad, considering they just got together this season.  They even have three flashy red nylon tee-shirts!  I liked them, but am not exceedingly thrilled about them right now since I've learned that they have to be handwashed separately.  Myeer!  Next year-- I will have something to say about the materials of the shirt, methinks!

Paul -- you had better come see us soon!  This is an order and not a request!  I really think that you are not happy there and should not stay any longer than necessary.  I hope I don't seem too audacious in saying this.  I worry about you, though.  I think you need more "civilization" around you.  And you sound said and I don't like to see you that way!  I apologize in advance if I shouldn't be so bold, but I can't help it.  Please consider this seriously.

Take care.



Saturday, January 12, 2013

May 12, 1975 (Letter from Diane)


I seem to be breaking all records in neglecting to answer my mail.  But hopefully late is better than never although to be on the safe side, don't' hold your breath.

A lot has been happening  most of which I forgot when I began this letter.  This weekend there was some real excitement in Philly.  Yes, really!  They blocked off the Parkway for a kickoff celebration of the Bicen.  A million and a half people were there, including me.  There were all kinds of activities -- circus acts, theater, dance, music, flea markets, exhibits, a free Blood Sweat and Tears concert and a bubble machine.  And food.  It was a beautiful day and everyone seemed to have a good time.

Sat, one of my friends from PSU who lives in Norristown and I went to Valley Forge.  The dogwood was out and we had a great time wandering around taking pictures   Until we got back to the car and found that Diane had dropped the keys somewhere in the 20 acres of grass and dogwood.  Do you believe Marsha found then 5 mins later?  St. Anthony saved the day again!  Anyway, we saw a wedding couple getting their pictures taken against the dogwood.  With a slightly overcast sky and all those flowering trees, it was a fairy tale setting.

Grayce and I met and "did" the Art Museum right after Easter.  (The museum closed in April and reopens next Feb.)  Very enjoyable.  It really is above comparison, with Carnegie -- at least Carnegie minus Scaiffe Gallery (is that sp right?)  We talked about a bookstore then and later she wrote that you had been thinking of the same thing.  It's an intriguing idea!  Only one problem -- in the next several years, I'll b lucky to have enough money to buy furniture and gasoline,k not to mention capital for a store.  How about a little later?

If you do come East, we can all get together and discuss it.  I hope that you can come and that we can all get together!  Maybe a reunion at the Top of the Triangle.  Or maybe you can overcome your prejudice and visit the Bicen City.  After all, even the Pope will visit here next summer.  You know, your namesake.

Work is overwhelming!  There's so much to do and redo.  And as people learn what a librarian can do, they expect more.  And hopefully, they get it.  However, there's a problem of image.  I told one of the engineers that I disliked beer and he said that's what he'd expect from a librarian.  Grrr!  But seriously, my predecessor (my dict is on the bottom of the shelves and I'm too lazy to get it) was a clerk-aide and everyone assumes that I am, too.  But I will prove eventually -- that only the brilliant and talented can  make it in the library world.

Excuse me -- I'm not feeling well.  Don't do as I do -- do as I say -- Write!

Friday, January 11, 2013

May 12, 1975 (Letter from Debbie)


Just a short note to say I'm thinking about you.  Thanks for being there when I needed someone.

Not too much has happened since I got here.  Joe followed me out here.  So all my hopes of getting away from all the hassles just went up in smoke.  I wish you were here.  You make me feel so good.  Thanks for you going to church with me.  You made such a nice evening for me.

Boy the weather here is beautiful.  It's in the 70's.  Yesterday it was 78.   You can keep the old now.

I've got to go for now.  I'll write more later.  Please write.  My address is Debbie DeLozier - 9040 Williams - Taylor, Michigan 48180.  Sometime when you feel rich, give m a call.  My number is 313-292-9249.

Be good and stay out of trouble.  Write soon.  Brighten my day!   You know send me a little of sunshine from your smile.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

May 8, 1975 (Letter from Renee)


I received your letter yesterday, and since I have a few extra minutes in my study hall, I decided to answer your letter promptly.  I was very distressed to hear about the unfortunate accident Dale experienced.  I am sure that it created some emotional scars for him and for your family that will be a long time in healing.  In a way I really feel sorry for the kids that came after us in school because they had so many more pressures placed upon them, and the times are most difficult for young people to cope with.  Your letter was full of insights and some wisdom gained from experience of the years we spent in high school.  Gosh, looking back to that time of my life I am remembering how confused, frustrated and at times unhappy I felt with my situation.  It seems as though as I grow older my (our) problems become easier to cope with rather than more difficult. I've learned so much in the last few years and I know that I'm still "growing up".  One of the things that I was so upset about all thru h.s. and college years, I've finally learned to overcome.  I used to kick myself for doing things for others that I didn't want to do or need to do.  I was so afraid of people not liking me that I went to great lengths to prove my "undying friendship".  I've learned to 1) like myself more, 2) feel more confident and secure with my own ideas and opinions -- and most of all 3) I've learned to do what I want to do first.  Morrey has really helped me to be come (I feel)( a better person, and to express my feelings both positive and negative without being afraid of hurting someone's feelings or of saying the wrong thing.

I don't know Paul, but I look at it this way.  The good "old" days were fun -- but "today" is better and tomorrow holds much in store for me.  Morrey and I are both that way.  We enjoyed good times in the past but we wouldn't necessarily want to go back to the past because the present is (for us) much much better!  Enough of Prof Renee's philosophies for now!

Let's see.  We've been super busy lately.  They painted our apt and it is taking us quite a while to put it all back together   We bought some new furniture -- in fact, this is the first time we've been able to replace our "early attic-late basement" junk with quality furniture and I am pleased   Morrey got a pool table and he's delighted to play to his heart's content.  We'll probably live in an apt for another 2-3 years cause 1) we like where we are, 2) we hate moving, &3 who in hell's name can afford a house these days.

I am glad that school is almost over cause the kids are starting to get to me.  Each year they seem to be more immature than the year before.  I'm getting kinda of antsy to quit my job here in Arlington cause 1) the administration is lousy,  2) I'm getting bored teaching the same stuff every year.  I hope to quit in another year or two and go back full time for a masters.  In 2 more years Morrey should be doing pretty well as a salesman and perhaps we can be somewhat free of financial worries or obligations.  Maybe I'm just restless now cause it's spring and I don't really like being cooped up in the same place with the same sort of routine day in and day out.  It sounded to me as if you were experiencing the Montana Brand of spring fever too.

We've no special plans for the summer. . Hope to go to the cottage for the 4th of July.  I might go to Boston for 1 week w/ a friend from school.  We're really involved in too many things in Cols. to think about going away.  We're in a bowling league, and Morrey plays softball twice a week.  I'm going to take macrame lessons, and piano lessons.  I'm going to tutor some kids this summer too. Morrey invited me to spend a few days on the road w/ him so that I can see how he works and what he has to deal with in his job.  Should be interesting -- and besides it means I'll get to have a nice lunch w/ my hubby everyday at the company's expense.  Not bad.

Well Paul, the bell is going to ring so I have to go.

Be well and take care.

P.S.  I just finished Erica Jong's Fear of Flying and thought it was fantastic.  It really gives insight into woman's view of her role in life (sexual and otherwise).


Wednesday, January 9, 2013

May 7, 1975 (Letter from Ken and Denise)


Hi!  It's been awhile since we wrote, and all of a sudden, you came up in a conversation about biodecision.  Kenny said that that's how he met you.  He told me all about how you were working together on this, and when everyone started asking questions, you blamed everything on Kenny. That's why nobody likes him down there.

So tell me how your trip was over in California?  Did you have a good time over there?  Was there good weather down there?

Well, it's only one more month till the kid comes.  We're hoping it comes on June 2nd, since that's the day we got married.  The way I figure it out, it would definitely be June 2.

Guess what?  Kenny got busted about two weeks ago, and this is what happened.  On April 14th Kenny went downtown to do a couple things, on his way home, or before he came home, he stopped in and got some M.D. 20-20.  When he was drinking the wine, he got in a little hassle with a cop and the cop busted him and Kenny called the magistrate everything, so the magistrate gave him 90 days in the county jail.  I went down to the magistrate and gave him a big sob story, and he lowered it to letting him out that very same day.  Boy, we were so happy.  We walked over the sixth street bridge and down tot he water and grassy area where we tried to roll a jay of grass I had brought with me.  I had brought some THC pills which we both took two of.  It didn't hit me until about 1/2 hour later.  Boy was I fucked up.  I don't think I want to take them anymore.  Kenny had to take about 6 of them before he got off on them.

You know that dude we told you about who was living with us, well he's not any more.  We got him busted, and now he's in jail (county).  We found out, (that's after he was busted), that he was fucking around with us.  That's like he was cheating on us as far as money is concerned, telling people these stupid lying ass stories about us that people believed.  When Kenny was in the county jail, Mickey was going to keep him in there, and planning to kill me by cutting my head off, so we had ho choice other than killing him which we weren't in to doing.  Well, Mickey is gone, and we have two other beautiful people living with us.  One male, age 21, and one female, age 16 1/2.  This is a whole new family which is really nice.

Guess what, we're going to be on KQV radio station this week.  We haven't listened to it yet, so we can't fill you in on what's happened as of now.  During the past month we were contacted by WEWS from Cleveland, Ohio, which we were on air at that time.  We were also on the air with KQV.  (I was just on, cause Kenny was in jail.)  I was so excited I kind of blew the whole call.  I could have said a lot more about Dollar Date, but I didn't.  If you want to hear it, they've got it on tape down at the station.

Well, I better close now I'm getting kind of tired getting punched in the stomach from the insidse.

Kenny says hi, and be cool.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

April 23, 1975 (Letter from Grayce)


First -- a burning question -- have you yet found your comb?  (Imagine Tweety being ill-groomed -- it definitely doesn't fit the image.)

You asked me to comment at length on the change in your letters since September...actually I don't know what the difference is, but I'll try.  You spoke of often dropping a subject too soon before you've finished with it.  I think you did that more then than you do now.  I don't think you are consciously being secretive, either, but it's a natural thing to do, I thin.  Also, I think it's just that there's always a loss of concrete description about whatever it is that's closest to our hear and spirit.

Sometimes when I'm writing something down that I feel deeply about, all the words come into my mind at once and I don't ever get them all down and once they're gone they never come back.  So I have to either try to improvise a general feeling, or just drop it.  Do you know what I mean?  And after that you can "ponder these things on your heart" forever but only you will know what you feel.

So, I don't think you're being secretive.  Lots of times I say things that are really only approximations of what I really want to say but what can you do?  You just try to approximate as closely as you can, I suppose.

As for your looking too deeply into life -- never can anyone ever, I don't think.  There are just such a vast number of levels that although we can never get to the core, it would be so dull to just take everything at face value.  You are right to attempt to avoid this as you said -- I mean why should the majority be correct?  When were they ever before?

As for your being a "lone wolf" -- I really think every man is by virtue of what has been said above. Each person has so many levels of feeling, intelligence, etc that it is simply impossible to communicate with another,  Even the solidarity of man's nature (if, indeed he even has a common nature) can only go so far to let him touch others.  It's very frightening to feel alone like this, to me, anyway -- does it scare you?

There are times when we all really want and actually need to be alone to sort ourselves out but sometimes don't you feel that when you're with someone who understands you to a great extent that you can see more of yourself as a result of interaction with that other being?  T hat's what I meant in one of my early letters about needing people to be around.  (And also what I meant by the levels of others we would never ever know about -- no matter how long or well we knew them.

I sometimes think language is a detriment to man -- a wrong turn in evolution.  I hate the philosophy people who concentrate on this aspect of man and argue semantics and logical equations back and forth.  What is it their hope to accomplish?  What can they possibly understand by all this?

I feel that primitive man must have lost some of his gift of communication by touch, look, smell, etc when the first word was uttered.  Man may have developed a communication of souls and spirits if this had not occurred.  Do you think I'm crazy?  Just think of all the empty words we waste on each other when -- (if our minds develop on this way) we could someday discern a really deep level or two of another person by just thinking of them or something.  You know?  Well, anyway -- look at me and all the words I'm wasting.

I've got to get ready for work now -- so I'll stop for awhile.

25 April, 1975 -- Hello.  I just got back from Shadyside and since I had to wait in pouring cats and dogs rain for exactly 45 minutes for a bus (achooo!) I'm not making myself a cup of tea and honey (no sugar, please notice) and I'm writing to my good friend, tweet.

I spent over $25 on weaving yarn.  I'm such a disgrace -- (almost as bad as Paul Nelson when he's in the vicinity of a record store, huh?)   I just couldn't resist all those colors and textures, and since it was such a dreary day today, they looked even more tempting.  Oh well, I have to make some wall hanging -- three of my friends are getting married in Sept.  On Sept 6th Ange and Rich Miller are getting married (not to each other).  Since one wedding is in Phila and the other is in Trenton I guess I'll have to miss one of them and since I'm in Ange's; the choice seems already made.  I really feel obligated to make something for Rich since he made me a really nice wooden box with a tapestry top in October.  The funny thing about this is that Sharon (a girl to whom Rich was once engaged) is also getting married -- two weeks later.  It's odd for me, since none of my friends are married -- now, at least, I'll have some company (although it's not a case of "misery").

I'm  sure that you're asleep by now -- so I'll shut-up about the above.

I've been wondering -- do you look the same as when I last saw you?  I do hope you still have your beard and mustache.  I think you look awfully nice with them.

Today I also went to Oakland and had to go to Pitt's bookstore.  It certainly has changed!  (for the worse -- less interesting stuff) while there I saw Immroth.  He's looking very nice and lots healthier.

The reason for my being there was to pick up my "MLS hood".  I had to buy one for work (it's such a farce -- I have to dress in academic robes for graduation and several other functions so I decided to buy the thing for $15 instead of renting it for $5 every time they have something (which is quite often).  It's funny, how the less truly good a school seems to be -- the more value they place on the rituals.  They have all sorts of "Honors Convocations" to pat themselves on the back for every little award that a student might receive.  They even have everyone come who has been accepted at grad school!  (Of course, this may really be an achievement since they are now getting away from SHC and will have reason to shout joy!

By the way -- what ever happened to those sample journal entries that you were going to send me? I especially remember you mentioned ones that you'd send separately which intrigued me.  I'd still like to see them.  (If you'd still like me to see them.)_

Anyway, take care.

Monday, January 7, 2013

April 25, 1975 (Letter from Mardi)


It was really strange to receive your letter late Fri night and then read of your brother Dale in the morning paper.  I haven't much on details but it's really a bad scene no matter how you look at it.  I felt like calling your parents but felt I wasn't close enough to them now to get in touch with them over the accident, I was just leery so I didn't call.  How is your brother doing?  Our baby sitter Pam is Dale's age and knew Larry Wallin quite well and she was telling me of some of the details but nothing specific.  What can I say but that I hope he's fine and doing better.  I can't imagine what it would be like and I suppose no one can that hasn't been through it.



Right now Warren is having trouble "experiencing" the Airborne troops and Green Berets that are all over town playing war games.  The situation is pretty tense because of an incident that happened to Jim Blackman, of all people, the Asst. D.A., at the Brandywine last Sat night.  It seems they (he and Linda) decided to go up and have a dinner and just hang around for awhile.  Well, a couple of these guys started hasssling Linda and Jim told them to "get Lost" (putting it very mildly?) and one of the guys pulled a knife, right?  So Blackman calls the state cops and of course, by the time they got to the Brandywine this guy, being no dummy disposes of his knife somewhere so that there is no knife.  Ok, got the whole fucked up scene?  So, Blackman goes and presses charges on attempted assault, the whole bit.  So, of course, our local "paper" prints some ridiculous story in the paper to make matters worse.  The whole thing is a bummer.  People in this town have been so overprotected they think they are being overrun by animals lurking on every corner and bar!  I'm sure the Army guys are freaking out just being here!  What can they possibly do with themselves anyway?, but go to a bar.  I don't believe they have to be here either, but people like Blackman could have done something before they got here!  No one can do much now.  I must admit I misunderstood the whole situation to begin with.  I thought they were going to be here two weeks on duty with the National Guard out in the sticks and we'd never see them most of the time anyway; but, of course, they have "leaves" for 10-12 hour periods so where are they going to go?  Now, I've heard this is going to continue all summer which will be a bummer -- both for the Army guys and the people around here.  It's just going to start trouble no matter what!  They're going to be picking up chicks, probably high school, I mean we did the same stuff, they're pushing dope and shit, you know people in this town are so sheltered because they ignore all these things,k if one small incident happened it's "freak-out city".  Anyway, it seems to be, everyone is over-reacting to them. Sot that's the big news in Warren at the moment!


All is going well here.  I'm playing tennis now and I'm so sore, the weakest part of my bod is my arms! I'm terrible at golf, but it's more my speed -- slow.  We've had such shitty weather so far I haven't been able to do either.

By the way, your tentative idea towards opening a bookstore sound like a dy-na-mite venture!  It's definitely a good thing for you to get into.  I can see you "groovin" on the whole scene now.  Plus you could keep me in supply!!  Hey, I've got to close and get moving, take care.

Write as soon as you can so I know what's happening with you, your brother, and Deer Lodge!

Sunday, January 6, 2013

April 18, 1975 (Letter from Renee)

Frontier Hotel, Las Vegas 1975

I've owed you a letter for quite some time -- but "time" has been a problem since I've been super busy.  Right now I'm in school and have to watch a study hall.  All my work is caught up so I have time on my hands to write.

I think the last time I wrote was before we went to Las Vegas.  We had an absolute RIOT in Vegas.  Morrey and I could easily become permanent fixtures in a place like that except for the fact that it costs mucho $.  It seemed as though the outside world was forgotten when we were there.  Morrey and I were like a couple of little kids w/ big eyes -- eating up all the sights and sounds w/ sheer delight.  We got seated right smack in front of Don Rickles in his show, and believe it or not we were chosen to sit there cause we were Jewish.  We sure got a ribbing from Rickles but it was fun and funny!  We saw 3 Vegas shows, which is the part of the vacation I enjoyed best.  Morrey enjoyed the gambling but I didn't go bananas over it, and after my initial tires I could have had a good time w/out the gambling.  People were sure friendly in Vegas, our hotel (The Frontier) was super, and Morrey and I are planning on going back for 1 week over Xmas vacation.  Really though Paul, it was our first big vacation in 5 years and we both felt it was well worth the money.

School is OK.  40 more school days or (DAZE) and we're done.  I'm really anxious for summer vacation when I can do all the things I've wanted to do and all the things I've put off doing.  I'm going to take private piano lessons this summer -- and hopefully I'll be able to play a piece all the way through using both hands.  I'm also going to tutor a few kids so I can pay for the piano lessons. Morrey and I are not taking a major vacation this summer.  Instead we'll take Fri-Mon weekends and to go the cottage in Pa.

It's amazing that my interests in the last few years have changed so much and are so varied. Morrey and I have had all our weekends planned ahead for months already.  Last weekend we called it quits w socializing and we stayed home together -- ALONE.  It was great.  We spent the whole day Sat in bed sleeping and watching TV.  Every once in a while you need time to yourselves to do absolutely 0.  We took the time and I'm glad.  I was refreshed when I came back to work on Mon. -- and Morrey and I both enjoyed the time together to think, talk and reflect on things.

Morrey is busy as a salesman and he likes it very very much.  We're both building a future right now and the challenge to do well is there.  I'm getting kind of "antsy" about living in an apartment. I'd love to buy a house.  But Morrey and money say NO right now.  My taste in houses is not cheap and we don't want to strap ourselves financially to a house just yet.  I've changed a lot Paul in the last few years.  I had to have things right away -- couldn't wait for anything.  Materials things really counted in a big way for me for the last 4 years.  But I guess I must feel more secure w/ myself and our future right now cause there isn't anything I really want and I'm willing to wait for the "big" things to come.  I guess that too many of our friends came up too fast.  They overspent and overbought and consequently have many worries and frustrations.  I guess I've just grown up a little Paul and growing means changing.

I hate to cut this letter short, but the period is almost over and I've got to go.  I didn't want you to think I'd forgotten about you.  Please write as soon as you can.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

April 16, 1975 (Letter from Larry)

Georgetown Lake, south of Philipsburg, Montana (Spring 1975)

I've wanted to write you for awhile, but there hasn't been much to write about.  I don't have anything special to say, but I wanted to get a letter off anyhow.

It doesn't seem much like spring here.  Down in the 20's at night and up in the low 40's during the day.

They're starting work on the house the Crary's are building.  It should be done by fall.

How was your trip to Berkeley?

Dale went to a concert in Erie tonight.  Mom didn't want him to drive but she gave in.  It's Dale's birthday tomorrow.  Now' he'll probably be going to Jamestown a lot.  He seems to be more settled down.  He did take a girl to the concert tonight.

Mike Brindis should be here in about two weeks.  It will be good to see him.

Friday, January 4, 2013

April 14, 1975 (Letter from Debbie)


I'm sure you'll find this quite childish, but I can't talk well to people.  I can't ever say what's on my mind.  I think you are an honest person, but can you be totally honest.  I mean to the point of where what you say may hurt someone's feelings or pride?  I hope so, because that's what I need, total honesty.  I want you to know what you think of me.  What do you see when you look at me, I mean inside me; not my looks.  How would you describe me as a person?  I'm not looking for "brownie points" just plain old-fashioned honesty.  Sometimes I feel like people don't like "me", like maybe they feel sorry for me, or they are doing their "good deed" by being nice to me.  This may sound stupid to someone as well adjusted as you are, but I want to know what people really think of me.

If you aren't busy tonight why don't you come for a walk with me, then maybe we can talk.

Oh, I want to thank you again for just being there last night. I'm sorry I was such a boob.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

April 7, 1975 (Letter from Grayce)


This paper reminded me of Deer Lodge and You.  Did I tell you how good it was to hear your voice again?  Honest, I was quite overwhelmed by it, and very pleased   Especially since you didn't sound sad and I was less worried about you when we hung up.  Thank you so much for calling.

About "our bookstore" -- (heh, heh).  Actually, it's fast becoming an obsession.  I spoke to Brook about its not only being a dream but a reality in a few years hence, expecting him to put this in perspective and say, "No, it won't work -- we'll never get money" and various other sundry statements.  (Not that he's a negative person, but he's very realistic and not a featherhead like me.)  But -- lo and behold -- he was very excited by the idea and was even full of ideas of his own!  I told him he could be the acquisitions person for technical subjects and have the title "Chief Consultant for technical programs" and he was quite pleased.  Of course, I don't think this will come about very soon but it's definitely a favorite possibility of mine at the moment (it also appears as a happy escape from the humdrums of daily library routine!)  Maybe when (not if) you come see us in September we can all sit down over a lovely (ahem) dinner and discuss it?  Anyhoo -- it's something to plan and save for.  Now that I have something specific we thought it might be a good idea if I saved some of my salary (paltry though it is) for this possibility.  If it fell through I'd still have some money and I find it difficult to save if there's no need in sight.

Anyway, I must leave for work now.  There's a "faculty meeting" today and I've got to try and get there earlier (bleaaghhh!)  But I will definitely finish this letter as soon as possible!  pronto-immediatement.

April 9, 1975 -- Not quite so immediately, huh?  Well, things have been happening quite weirdly here lately (not so unusual in my weird life, though).  Yesterday when I was at work I (thank God) answered the phone call and it just happened to be for me.  (I share the director's office and phone so she was sitting right there.)  Anyway, I answered the phone and gave my name and this woman on the line says, "Grayce, I'm glad I got you -- I want to know if you're still interested in the job you applied for with Fisher Employment Agency (I applied for this around Xmas time and just figured they would laugh at me because they wanted someone with 10-15 years experience.  Not hearing, I figured that was that.  But for them to call me at work!  I was not too pleased and couldn't say I couldn't talk there because sister would have wanted to know what was going on.  So I waited until this woman guessed what the situation was and just said "no" to every question she tried to ask me.  She must have thought I was a real basket case!  Finally, she said she knew I couldn't talk and gave me her phone no and asked when I could call her.  Well, I called this morning and expressed my surprise since they obviously wanted an older person.  She said they might be willing to hire a young person for the position if they were creative and innovative and could get some new programs going so the library would be used more.   She said when they read my resume and saw that I was interested in pottery (!) and that I had had lots of jobs in which I came into contact with people they thought I might be good.  (Personally, I don't know what pottery could do me any good in this way -- but.)  Anyway, I told her I only have 1 month to sign my Seton Hill contract so they'd have to let me know right away and she set up an appointment with me at 10:00 Friday (11th).  I am really scared.  I don't think they'll be very impressed because I can't think of any really different ideas to get a bunch of advertising (that's what the company is) people to use the library.   They're very big and have offices in San Francisco, N.Y., Phila, Chicago, and a few other places.  I'm just going to go in cold and be calm (if that out-of-character role is possible for me to play!) and hope the Holy Spirit will enlighten me.  I'm kind of ambivalent about this whole thing, because I was looking forward to being part-time (lazy wretch that I am) and also because I feel very unprincipled in being so devious about this.  I'm sure this isn't an ethical thing I'm doing, especially after sister went through all that trouble to let me not work evenings.  I'm not taking responsibility for my decision to stay at SHC and I feel like I'm just cheating my soul in some way.  (One of my friends told me that I just like to suffer and so place myself in a situation where I'm likely to suffer most -- in some ways, he may be very correct, I guess.)  I suppose, since fate has been very kind to me so far, that I should leave myself in her hands and que sera era?  But I haven't had such hellish mood swings since ages ago.

Ever since graduation from VU, I've been about 8 feet away from reality, I think.  I think this job would push me into confronting reality but I'm not sure if I would be successful in that confrontation.  I don't like reality much.  I guess that's why I like philosophy.  They just can't go hand in hand.  Even ethics is far above reality in many situations.

So -- right now I'm keeping myself busy by sewing like a maniac.  I've made a coat, a dress and a smock in a two-week period (unusual for me) and I don't think I'm finished yet!

I'm also busy with preparations for a little luncheon I've giving my friends at Seton Hill who are graduating.  Olga, Linda, Lauri, and Anne have been so good to me, especially when I was living there and had no one to be with.  They even gave me a "bachelor party" the night before I left. They are all really sweet and Lauri is going to Africa in the Peace Corps so I won't see her for a long time; Anne is going back to Virginia and I don't imagine I'll see her very often, either.  Olga lives outside Pgh but I don't think she'll stay.  She wants to do something with ceramics and her uncle is a potter in Calif -- so...the only one who will still be here will be Linda who is (even though I warned her quite vehemently) going to GSLIS!   She has a B.A. in bio which I feel will really be wasted in library school.  But she's convinced!  (And I sincerely hope I did nothing to convince her.) Anyway, I wanted to have a little graduation -- I'll miss hosting the thing here but the house just isn't ready -- not by a long shot, so I've decided to have it at a restaurant, but I haven't decided which one -- I suppose it depends on who much money I can spend.  Oh, well, I'm sure this is all very interesting to you.

Now, take care.

P.S.  Do you have a fireplace?

P.P.S.  I saw a nightgown that had "Sylvester" all over it.  It was a floor length tee-shirt.