June 17, 1971 (Letter from Chris)

I got your letter yesterday, so let's take care of business before I tell you about all my summer pleasures.

First, I will (or by this time) will have taken care of the phone bill.  You said that you would reimburse me for the calls not belonging to me, Herb, Ken, or Eric.  There are only two.

5/26  Reynoldsburg, Ohio.   614-864-0610
6/02  Rochester, NY           716-458-7268

This means you (or our sublets) owe me $1.80.  However I owe you $5.00 for the electric bill.  Therefore -- to make things easy I have enclosed $5.00 - $1.80 = $3.20.  Simple -- huh?  With the $3.20 everything should be clear now except for the May gas bill which you should get one of these days.  Let me know how much w will ow you when you get it.

There is really nothing much to tell you.  I got a job in a restaurant as second cook.  I work out on the hearth cooking N.Y. strip steaks, filets, lobster tails, and cutting prime ribs.  It is an interesting job -- but pay is lousy $2.00/hr and I  haven't gotten my promised raise yet.  Tonight was exciting because we had a fire on the hearth.  The grease set on fire and the automatic alarm system and extinguisher went off.  What a racket.  We watched as 300 people ran and walked out of the restaurant.  Many of them left without paying their bills.

When I get back to school -- the last week in August -- I'm going to try to get a job at Scotch and Sirloin or Sizzle Steak.  Right now I'm working T, W, F, Sat, Sun from 3-10 or 4-11 or 12.  That leaves me no time to do anything.  Except go to the beach in the day.

I hope that everything is fine in Buffalo.  Also, since Dennis and Mike are living there, it wouldn't hurt if they cut the lawn (BACK LAWN ALSO) instead of you.  All I can say is I sure as hell don't want to have to come home and clean up the entire kitchen, bathroom, and living room.  I'll let Kenny and Herb do it.

I will be sending my $50 rent and Herb's $10 soon.

Will write again soon.

August 19, 1969 (Letter from Kathy)

After putting my letter writing off for a month, you hardly owe me an apology -- rather I owe you one!  I'm really sorry!

I'm really glad you feel you have finally found yourself. I think I found myself also this school year, but mostly because I do really love dental hygiene and am glad I've found what I want to do.

How is the unstable position of your job coming?  Has it improved any?  Are you going to continue to work there through school?

How's your car?  You've had it a month already -- bet you're really getting around now!!

Right now I'm sitting outside (supposedly in the sunshine, but it seems to be a passing luxury around here anymore!)

I got my contact lenses Wednesday, and seem to be having little trouble with them.

A yellow jacket just landed on my and I nearly had a heart attack.

Gary and Dody took off for a camping trip to see Gary's brother in Louisville, Kentucky. It's actually only a destination.  They're just going there so their parents don't think that they actually want to get away from them.

My parents left the same day for New Jersey, are going to return on Tuesday, and then proceed Wed or Thurs for Canada.  I'm on a really tight budget to get the money I need for school so I didn't take off of work to go with them.  I'm almost sorry I didn't though.  It's really terrible to be all alone, but then again, I have already gotten so much accomplished in just the one day they were gone.  I have to be at school in a month, but I can never let packing to until the last minute.  I spent seven hours packing yesterday, and didn't even start on my clothes.

I'm still worrying whether I made a wise choice on my deciding to live in an apartment next year.  Although I do date at school, I'm not an awfully lot like my roommates.  (Of course, I wasn't like Marie last year either and we got along swell!)  It just all boils down to the fact that I'm not a city girl, and never will be, while my other three roommates are.  Oh, well, if I try hard not to be a weirdo then I'll probably be all right.  The city really kinda scares me.  I know two boys that were knifed just a block from their apartment (near the U) and several girls who were attacked.  Boston is pretty bad.  There seems to be a never ending string of "Boston murderers".

Well, take care -- let me know what you're up to.

July 16, 1969 (Letter from Patty)

I'm working right now, but everyone has gone to lunch before some big meeting and I won't have anything to do for the rest of the afternoon, so I decided to write you a letter since I owe you one from quite awhile ago.  I'm typing it so that everyone will think I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing.

I wasn't shocked by your last letter.  In fact I had a feeling that you were up to something like that.  A lot of my friends at school take drugs, and if they and you want to that's your business. I don't' care.  It's just that I don't personally want to get involved with them. Still, that doesn't mean that we're any less friends.  I hope you feel that way too.

If I didn't tell you before, I'm working in my father's office this summer.  I'm really not that crazy about doing nothing but pecking a typewriter all summer, but money is money and $75 a week is pretty good pay.

Over July 4th weekend I went to Boston with some of my friends from school.  I'd never been there before and it was just great.  We went to Harvard, a great restaurant called Boston 1800, Nantasket Beach, Haymarket Square, and quite a few other places.  I really think Boston is a great city.

Is it HOT here today.  It seems as if every office in this building has air conditioning but mine.  I suppose I can't complain though, it'll be even hotter at home tonight.  We kinda live in the country (suburb country) but it always seems h otter there than in the city.  Can't figure it out.

How's the job going?  Are you having a good time this summer.  I hope so.  It always seems that my summers are dull, either because we've just moved or because I don't know anyone my own age cause I don't go to school here.

Have you heard from anyone in Warren lately.  The only person who's really still around there and writes to me is Monica.  I suppose Jinny's at school at this time -- what a hell of a time to be going to school.  I never hear from Mike anymore.  I have a feeling he doesn't consider me good enough to write to.  He always could really piss me off.  (The reason I'm using such good language is that I haven't had much of a chance to use it all summer and it's been building up so that now that I have the chance it just comes pouring out -- sorry about that.)

I'll really be glad when school starts again, this being super good and super staying is really getting to me.  Last night I had so much to do that my father and me (i) fixed the stereo!

If the typing in this letter was an example of my work (or is) it looks as if I should be getting fired any time now.  Oh well!

What do you think?  Should i make my i's, when i'm speaking about me, capital or lower case?  The more i think about it the more it seems to me that by making them capitals i'm being snotty.  Don't you agree that I should be humble, and make them lower case from now on?

As you can see, I'm really cracking up.  Anyhow, I guess I've rambled on long enough so i think i'll go do something construction now -- like the crossword puzzle in the paper.  Write soon.  PLEASE!!! yor nuti friend,

March 27, 1969 (Letter from Mark)

You wouldn't believe how busy I've been.  There is only 4 more days left in this quarter.  The work load has sort of been cut down.  I finished my last term paper, so it's really nice just to get rested up.  Wednesday my mother and dad are coming up to get me.  Can hardly wait.  Don't really want to go back to Warren, but I do like to go home every once in awhile.

This weekend Steppenwolf is here, but tickets are $4.50 and my account is getting really low so I don't think that I'll be going.  I might take a bus and go to Karen and Steve's.  She wants me to come over before she has the baby.  I guess afterwards it will be too much trouble.

I got the job I wanted this summer.  I was really excited about the whole thing.  I got a call on Sunday nite.  He told me that I had good recommendations and wanted to know if I still wanted the job.  I thought the camp was in Connecticut, but that was only the winter address, but the camp is in New Hampshire on Lake Sunapee right in the center of the ski area.  The catalogue really shows some great views.  Just the locations are really exciting.  New Hampshire always was my favorite state.  So I'm really looking forward to this summer.  After working in Gaughn's last summer, this summer is really going to be great.  I start June 18 to the end of August.  I hope that I get a chance to see you before I leave.

You'll never guess who I got a letter from.  Mike with all his humblest apologies.  I still don't know quite what to make of it.  I think it's another of Mike's tricks.  I think I'm going to wait awhile before I answer it.  I'm going to try to think of the right thoughts.  Mike isn't that kind of friend I need or want.  I won't be home this summer, or anymore for that matter and I don't see any need to hold on to a cold friendship with Mike.  He's too caught up in society and social status, bragging about everything he's been doing on campus.  Mike I guess needs that kind of stuff to hang on to.  He's still has the bright idea that he is going to be an artist.  It takes more than just a statement (I want to be an artist).  Baldwin-Wallace isn't the greatest art school, either.  I've told you before that Mike lacks a lot to be an artist.  I'm not saying that I'm great, cause I"m far from it, but from working with professional artists for a year I know something of what they demand and how they are.  If Mike would get down off that cloud which he has placed himself on maybe he could be something.

Paul, I would really like you to come up next quarter.  I'll call you some nite when I get back and we could make plans. I can get some marijuana or hash if you want.  From experience it is a lot better than drinking. I think that you would really like the experience, there's no hangover and there is hardly any ways to tell that you have smoked.  Some weekend when there is really a lot going on at school.  This is just between you and I.  I think a lot of people would really be shocked if they knew I smoked.  Mardi and Renee for a couple.

Well I guess that I had better go for now.  I'll be home for two weeks, but you might as well wait until I get back to write, cause I know when I'm home I'll just want to get rested up.

Write when you get the chance.  My phone is 464-3461.  So anytime you're in the mood give me a call.