Wednesday, August 24, 1977

"Country Breakfast" by Edward Lamson Henry

New Britain Museum of American Art

Figure while I have the time I'd better drop a line.  Just got a letter form Dody & he's in Memphis, Tenn. & an Ensign in the Coast Guard & they are enjoying the change from their teaching profession days.  I was glad he wrote & gave me the news.  I'll have to sit down some "quiet evening/" & let him know all that's been happening!

Can't believe the end of August is upon us & the Fourth of July was seven/eight weeks ago!  We've been to two wedding & have two more to go to & they are expensive!  My uncle Andrew got married Aug 13, what a shock!  He's 42 & we all thought he was a confirmed bachelor.  He married a girl our age & she's really quite a change from his style.  She's very nice & she's really patient, I can't imagine all the adjustments they will have to make, my uncle is very straight & very conservative.

Saturday, Sept. 3

Greetings!

Thought you & Rick Grey might be here for Labor Day so I waited to finish writing.  It seems to be a stand-off between Rick coming here & Barb going to Boston!  Don't have much planned for the long holiday.  Marti has been working on the inside of Jim Blackman's now to make extra money so we'll see what's up for Sun. & Mon.  We have a party to go to Monday but don't think I can get a babysitter.

The twins are really cute now & very comical, both are preparing to crawl & before I know it the gruesome twosome will be on the rampage!!!!

Joan & Bill had a baby boy Joshua & all are fine.  I'd like to go down & see her Monday but I"ll have to wait & see if Marti will be around.  I had a surprise visit from Dutch awhile ago. He & his wife were in Oil City & I guess they drove here from Minn. w/ another couple.  It was definitely a chock to see him on my doorstep.  We had a short but pleasant visit.  Sue Smith is now living in Mpls again!!  Staying w/ Mrs. Wise & her two daughters.  They are great people.  Her son Gordy was killed in Vietnam & Mr. Wise died unexpectedly in '73 of a heart attack!  I wrote her & now waiting to hear of all her traumatic experiences.  Wish I was in a position to just fly out for a long weekend any time I wanted!  Maybe if Marti gets a $10,000 raise next year?!!!!  $20,000?  Time is just flying around here.  Some friends of ours (Mr. & Mrs. Bathurst, Mr. B works in Sales @ Betts) just bought Foster's house.  Guess they are moving to Brockway, Pa., or someplace like that -- wherever Mike's relatives are.  Maybe Mike would come back if they are gone.  I want to get mom out to Calif.  My cousin lives in Tuscon & she'd have a good time visiting Mike.  It seems strange to be wondering around Mike's old house.  I fell like I'm trespassing!

Monday, Sept. 5

Will I get this letter mailed -- that is the question!  Labor Day 1977 & we did labor!  Matthew's B-day is Friday -- 3 years old.  I'll have to give him a special little party this y ear.  He's really been a good "little guy"!  I only wish I owned a bank.  Didn't do much over this weekend.  Th is year is full of child-care, I'm afraid!  And with any luck our house will be done.  We really want to winterize everything this year.  Utilities will put us in the poor house yet.  The gas company is really trying!

Well, take care, drop a line soon & let me know what's happening.

June 23, 1977 (Letter from Renee)

So sorry it has taken me so long to respond to your last letter.  With the ending of school I got pretty tied up and I've been spending my time looking of jobs and trying to clean up around the house.   I was in Warren last weekend and saw Mardi and things are still on for the 4th of July weekend.  Joan is pregnant and expecting any day -- so count her out.  I am writing to Mark V.V. today -- he has moved to Washington and Emily gave me his address which is 1811 T Street NW Apt. B, Washington D.C. 20002.  We're not planning any big gala event -- just a quiet get together with a few friends like you had suggested.  My dad has beer and junk so what I think I'll do is just collect a couple of bucks from everyone to cover what we consume and call it even with my folks who don't mind a bit.

I have been looking for a new job but not much luck.  Seems as though no one interested in school teachers nor are there many jobs open since job mobility is at a real standstill these days.  I'll keep looking and trying but I signed my contact for next year just to be safe and sure.  I am absolutely bored out of my mind with nothing to do around here.  There are a million projects around the house I could conceivably do but I lack the motivation or interest to even get stated.  I am back on Weight Watchers faithfully after having messed myself up for the last couple of weeks before school ended.  I get very unhappy with myself and very much depressed when I'm not on the diet so I feel a little prouder this week for being a good girl.  I'm gonna be thin one of these days if it kills me!

I have been very depressed since getting out of school and frustrated because the future doesn't look terrifically hopeful but I'll still keep plugging away at things until something comes up.  I'm so oriented to working that when I am given free time I tend to waste it.  When I'm in school I long for days when I can get so many things done.  Now that I have the time -- I lack the interest.

I'm not going to make this a long letter cause I'm saving all the things to talk about till I see you over the 4th which is just a week away from this weekend.  Morrey and I will probably drive to Warren on Thurs. night June 30th and sty till Mon. or Tues. after the 4th which will make for a nice little vacation for us.  Our dog absolutely adores the cottage and loves to swim in the river. We have a lot of fun watching her enjoy herself and playing with her in the free and open area around the cottage.



I hope you'll forgive such a shitty letter from me this time.  I promise to improve over the next one! Please call us at the cottage when you get in to Warren.  I will anxiously be awaiting out get together on Sunday.   Let's pray for decent weather.  We were there over Memorial Day and I can't remember when the weather has ever been so gorgeous.

Take care and be well.  Drive carefully.  (Is Dodie going to be in town that weekend?  If so, please feel free to invite him and his wife out to the cottage for our gathering.)

October 29, 1972 (Letter from Mardi)

I'm actually going to try and write on non-lined paper.  I never was a "swave" letter writer.

Good to hear that you're truckin straight out to California.  It's very simple, if you do get down and out, you're somewhere you can't bitch because it's your climate and your choice.  I never once hated good old Minneapolis although I've been not too thrilled with the winter, but I have to have a winter.  There are some real weirdo's still around!  It keeps me in good bitching form!

I was talking to my mother Saturday and she mentioned to me if I knew if you would be home at Christmas time.  But I didn't know.  Anyway, she wanted me to ask you if you are going to be home after school, the 15th, for Christmas and all, and if you are stopping in Minneapolis on your way to California, if she could ride out here with you.  Just a thought.   Then we could both fly to Florida together and she'd like that.

Today I am relaxing my body from a party last night.  WOWIE!  The old annual Halloween party -- Bill and I went really original this year!  Football player -- me -- and the devil -- oh, Bill says to "go to hell" and when you're there he'll see you.  Yuck yuck.  God it was one of the best parties I've ever been to.  Owen and Mel, and some other guys, I don't think you know, have a mansion on Irving Ave around the Guthrie and Walker area, how they got it I'll never know.  But this place is huge and about 150 people showed up and a couple of kegs and a few hits and everyone was so fine.  Glad I wasn't there this morning though.

Mom was telling me Dody and his family have sold everything in Warren and moved to Buffalo.  Mr. DeLong apparently being transferred.  She said something about Dody and grad school, but I have mislaid the letter.

I must close, I'm trying to get through "The Cancer Ward".  It's been sitting on my book shelf for over a year.  I picked up a couple of books for a quarter a piece -- 2 from the "Alexandria Quartet" and a book about She that I've wanted.

Take care and tell me about Xmas.  Hope to see ya.

March 8, 1970 (Letter from Gail)

One night (a couple of wks ago) I was watching TV about 11:00 and the news came on, as I was about to turn the channel, they started showing films of the campus and their riots.  I sat -- glued to the TV.  My mother says -- "Doesn't Paul go there?"  I said yeah!  All I could think of was that I hope Paul's not involved in that.  I beet your parents were kinda upset.  I was.  I hope everything's settled down by now.  I'm sorta glad ECO is so damn small and queer now.  The kids over here wouldn't have the guts to do something like that.  Another thing is that there is really nothing to complain about because there is nothing!!!!!!!

I hope you've recovered from your "accidents".  That's a dirty shame.

Leslie came home for the weekend so we went to DeMarco's last nite.  It was lousy!  Fri nite Sheryl Larson, Pat Suppa, and I went up and had a great time.  The place was jammed and really alive.  Last nite it was -- bleck!  I was home by 11;30.  Guess who was there, tho?  Mardi and Barb L.  I was surprised to see them. I didn't talk to them, tho.

Les told me that she talked to Mark last week and he said he's bringing that Sherry chick home for Easter or spring break or something.  But anyways, it's for 2 weeks.  I can't wait to see her.  See what she looks like?  Have you seen her?  I got a letter from Dody yesterday.  He's fine and school's going fine.  Said the social life stinks.  But I guess Lou went up there this weekend.  So it couldn't be as bad as he says.  Right?

Guess what?  My sister called us yesterday and I'm an aunt!  I can't believe it.  I'm so happy!  They had a little 5 lb. baby boy, Michael David.  I can't wait to see him.  But they're in Arlington, Va.  So it mite be awhile.  We celebrated last nite on my new position as "aunt".

Well kiddo, be good and take care of yourself.  Write soon.

January 29, 1970 (Letter from Tina)

Please forgive my delay in my not writing sooner, but I've been quite busy making preparations for school.  Actually, all I've been doing is shortening skirt hems in the evening -- yes, they're short.  My last day at NPC is tomorrow -- Thanks God!!  Time has certainly flown by for me, as unbelievable as it may seem.  I really can't wait to get back to Robert Morris (that "kindergarten").  My parents are driving me down on Sunday,m Feb 8th, and classes start Tuesday, the 10th.  That will give me two days to get moved into the dorm and get back "in the groove".  I made out my schedule and sent it in.  I'll be carrying 17 credits (6 courses) and have 4 classes Mon. Wed. Fri, and three on Tues. Thurs.  I'll be running my "can" all over campus.

I've been going on and on about myself, Paul.  I'm terribly sorry about your robbery.  Leave it to you to get a stereo out of that mess.  It's a good thing that nothing else was stolen.  It could have been worse, if that's possible.  They must have been professionals -- only stole whet they could sell, without being traced.  No, Paul, I'm not with the CIA.  I've enclosed the picture of your parents in today's WTM&O.  You might know that one of Mike's relatives (Frank) would get in on the celebration!  Seriously, it is a very good photo of your parents.  Also enclosed is a letter I wrote to Ann Landers that finally made the paper -- just kidding.  The jerk who wrote that letter (even though I "partially" agree with her) picked a good pen name -- too much!!!  All right, Paul, I promise -- no more shitty Ann Landers letters.  (Now you know how severely 7 mos. in Warren has affected me.)

I received a letter from Mike last week, and wrote back last weekend.  Also received a phone call fro Dody last Sat.  He left for Edinboro campus Sunday.  Christ Wilbert, who I dated at school last year and went out with New Years, is coming this weekend.  He's really a tremendous guy, but it isn't anything serious.  (IT NEVER IS!)

Sorry to make this so short -- more later.  Take care, dear.

January 21, 1970 (Letter from Gail)

Sorry that I didn't write to you sooner.  But the week I got you letter I was studying for my finals.  God, what a week!  We should be getting our grades tomorrow or Friday.  I know I did good on my sociology test, but the other three -- well, I'd rather not talk about them.  We're on our semester break now.  It's a great feeling not to have any school work hanging over my head for a change.  I luv it!

Oh Paul, I was so sorry to hear what happened to your apartment.  God, what a horrible thing!  Did you report it to the cops?  I hope they can catch the guy who did it.  Great and I'm living in an apartment next year at Edinboro!  I'm scared now.  Think I'll put aside about 5 extra locks plus 4 bolts on the door.  Just to be on the safe side, of course.

Not much has been happening social wise, that is.  Dody is taking me to Bud's (in Jamestown) for dinner tomorrow night.  I'm sorta excited, I've never been there before.  He leaves for main campus this coming Sunday.  I'm gonna miss him.

Hey, how was your New Years Eve?  I haven't seen you in so long, I don't even know what you did New Years Eve.  I had a nice New Years.  I went to this guys house for 4 days.  In fact, I had a great time!!  I went to Penn State last weekend and stayed with Leslie.  We had a great time.  Sat nite we went to see a Paul Butterfield Jazz Blues concert.  It was good.  Heave you ever heard of him?  I never had till I went down there.  He's pretty good.  After the concert we went to an apartment party.  It was fun.  Did you ever play Charades when you're high?  God, I did.  It was hysterical!  I couldn't do anything.  I had "Easy Rider" to do and when I went to make the movie sign -- I said "movie" while I was doing the sign -- plus other dumb stuff like that.  That was the first and last time I got to play Charades!  We got in about 3:30AM.  Then we sat and talked til 5:00AM.  Then I had that damn long bus ride home that day (Sun).  What a trip.  4 hours of pure shit!!

You wouldn't believe how cold it is here!  It's supposed to go as far as -15 tonite.  Oh boy, can't wait.

That's about it from this end.  Take care and keep warm.  Write soon.

November 1, 1969 (Letter from Kathy)

First of all, what was the exclamation mark after the 18th for?  I couldn't figure that out for sure.

Second, glad to hear from you.  Actually, I was gonna write to you at your home address t his weekend because I was unsure as to whether you were living in the same place as last year.

You speak of your summer as a worthwhile experience, well, I'm getting mine now.  Living in an apartment is really what I needed, except it's (of course) much more work than living in the dorm.  It's kinda hard for me because I have 32 hours of classes with my 20 hours of clinic.

Glad to hear your car is taking good care of you.

I too have had little testing until this past week -- had 3 midterms and a few quizzes.  Naturally, all at one time!

You wouldn't believe how great our apartment looks.  If you ever feel like getting away for a 7 hour drive, come to Boston.  I'm sure we could find something of interest to do!

I got a job in an International House of Pancakes.  The turnover in the place is really fast.  On a Friday night I can make as much as $35, but on a Thurs I usually make about $10.  Only work Thurs and Fri -- sometimes either Sat or Sun -- those are the two nights I'm on call.  It really helps with the expenses.  I really hadn't planned on getting a job with that much money, so I'm ahead on my budget.  Have even been able to save some.

You should have seen me trying to paint my ceiling the first day I was here.  I had to fill the cracks in, sandpaper, and then paint by jumping on and off a bookshelf!  It's been really a lot of fun though.  We have 8 rooms; 4 bedrooms, bath, kitchen, living room, and a real small room that we keep the bar in.  We have wall-to-wall carpets and the landlord paid for paint for all the rooms.  We only have the living room left.  We were all so concerned about getting our own rooms finished first.

I just got a rug for my room today -- gold, orange, and green.  My room is gold, white ceiling and trim (have three windows, 3 doors, and built in shelves and drawers) with orange accessories.  I'm getting a paper chandelier that I saw in "George's Folly" -- it's orange and gold of course!!

Did you get your drug store job?

My clinical assignments t his quarter are all over the city!  Really.  I had to go to Brighton the first half of the quarter, a home for unwed mothers and a crippled children's home.  This half I'm in Cambridge schools and at a boys technical school.  We have ideal conditions -- straight back chairs, a desk or table instead of a unit, and either flashlights or lamps!!  Loads of fun!  If there is ever an electric strike or blackout, the girls from Forsyth (my dental school) will be the only people that will continue to work.  I can see where it can be good experience, but we certainly aren't practicing the good posture they preach when we have to stand on our heads to see in a patient's mouth!!  It's really fun though! (!!??)

Sue Smith came up with me at the beginning of the year.  She would be so shocked if she could see the difference now.  It's actually getting to be a nice place.  She was looking for a job.

The pancake house I work in is open until 2:00 on Fri and Sat, and I got abrasion of my eye from contacts for wearing them such long hours.  A guy here told me the contacts were all wrong for my eyes and I was really shook up.  I did manage to live.

Acquired a bicycle to get around on.  One of my roommates does have a car.  One of from Long Island and the other two are from Providence, R.I.

A guy 70 yrs old ran into Gary's Triumph and it ran into Rick Nasman's car -- completely demolishing it.  It was considered totaled and Gary got a pretty good price for it plus he got to keep the car.  I thought the insurance company usually took the car.  Mike Lundberg might try and fix up the car for racing.

Gary is seriously thinking of enlisting in the army in December.

I went home for Columbus Day because I had that Monday off and Wed for the Moratorium.  Gary was having homecoming, and, lo and behold, he had a date.  That was a surprise for both of us, however, all is well -- we both date -- it was just a little uncomfortable for Mary Lou (Dody DeLong's old girlfriend).

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

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.

February 19, 1969 (Letter from Gail)

Sorry it took me so long to write back.  I guess I just never got around to it.  You know how it goes.  And then, there hasn't been anything going on that's worthwhile to talk about.

School is the same old drag.  I've got so much extra work to do, but I don't seem to have the urge to do it.  I just sit around and do nothing.  Sounds like fun, right?

Last night we had tryouts for the play at school.  I tried out but we have to tryout again Thurs night and then we'll find out who made it.  I would really like to make it.  I think it would be a lot of fun.  But if I don't make it this time, I'll have two more chances at it next year.

We're having a talent show next month.  A bunch of us girls were gonna do something, but it fell through and I guess we're not gonna do it.

Sheryl and I are still hitting Shorty's every Friday night.  This weekend Leslie is coming home, and I guess Sherry and I will include her in on our little Friday night drinking club.  Too bad you couldn't join us.

Thanks for inviting me to Buffalo to see you.  Maybe the next time you come home, we can make some plans.

I told Dody to write to you.  I hope he did.  I heard from Mark yesterday.  He's fine except for his ulcer.  He really likes school now.  I'm sure he told you.

Well, take it easy (or anyway you can get it) and write soon.

January 28, 1969 (Letter from Mardi)

Hi cutie!  How did you like that letter, yes, being weirdo's is fun, we got carried away one day in psych class.  You should read the one we did for Chuck Church.

I was glad to get your letter.  I got seven letters yesterday -- now I won't get any for about two weeks.  I must say you've been a doll about writing -- keep it up.  Actually, right now I should be doing my Psych, but I'd rather write letters.  I went to the Art Institute tonight.  They're giving a series of films on old-time movies and it's really great.  A lot of kids go from the Institute and they're really cool.  It's a good way for me to spend my time, which I didn't have tonight.

I haven't been doing a damn thing and I don't think I'll be doing anything since there's not a thing for me to do.  Saturday night we got stuck at this party which was our own fault and as soon as we got there we wanted to leave but no one would take us home and Wendy and I got really pissed and started in on this poor dud who brought us and finally took us home.  I've never seen so many duds.  We were sitting in this kid's convertible because we thought he was going to take us home and while we were waiting for him, there was a can of gasoline in the front seat so I said I would take it and put it bay the back window so I left and pow, right through the window; the plastic was so stiff that it broke like glass so we put the can back in the front seat and everyone was laughing hysterically, so the kid didn't find it but he deserved, it I know that.  What an ass I am.

Things have quieted down since our marijuana raid and everything worked out fine for the kids -- thank God.  I think Jane and Karen are worse off.  What a waste.

Hi again, it's now Wednesday night.  I'm determined to get all my letters written and studying and write my letter to United, Trans World, and Eastern.

I'm just about to call it quits with everything around here.  I'm in the worst mood blaaa.  I need a Budwesier to save my soul.  Help!  Actually, I'm about to crack up.  It's my annual January-February-March depression state.  How are you surviving?  When are you leaving to come home for Easter?  Anywhere near the 27th of March?

I'm sorry this is so short but I've got to get my ass movin'.  It's about the two tests tomorrow.

I got a letter from Dody.  He's pretty much hanging in there.  It's so stupid, now I'd give anything to do home and be bored.   At lest I get my meals served to me, clean house!, of course, I couldn't stand it after about two weeks -- a week.  It's not fair.

The interviews for the kids in the March class are starting to come in.  I guess Toni Massa has a great job in New York City, she had her interview today.  I can see it all now...I don't plan on taking a job as a reservationist or ticketing, so unless I'm offered a secretarial or receptionist job then I'll worry about my appearance and the impression I create.  If I don't get the job offer I want I'm taking off for the shore and working at anything, then I'll settle down for awhile anywhere.  But what I want to do and what I'm going to do are two different things!

I've got to go -- please take care and be good.  What was it the spirit said about Cheryl?  I'm making my preparations for my wedding in December blaaa!  We shall see you soon.

December 12, 1968 (Letter from Mardi)

I was glad to get your letter.  It sounds exactly like what I've been doing here.  No one really cares about school or studies, right now I just want to go home.  I'm so tired to studies.  I'll actually be home in less than a week.  I'm planning on what I'm going to eat when I get there.  I don't think I'll make it to the 20th.  All we're having are finals next week too.  I got a letter from Dody and I guess he's been sick with the flu.  I guess he's missed a lot of school.  I really hope I don't get sick.  There are a lot of kids out here because of the flu.

Not too much happening.  Friday night we went to see Andy Williams and the concert was absolutely fantastic.  We even like Roger Miller.  We sat about 15 ft away.  We took quite a few pictures and I have to pick them up tonight.  I hope they turned out.  The performance lasted almost three and a half hours.  It was something to see.

Saturday Wendy and I went to a party at 1 AM.  We had a riot the whole 45 minutes we were there.  Sunday I slept all day and wen to the Art Institute with Nancy and took some pictures.

The weather has been cold but sunny and clear.  Today it's drizzly and dark out and I'm afraid it might decide to snow.  I hear Jamestown had a bad storm and Erie had thousands of dollars of damage.  The Peninsula was blown away.

I'm really hurtin', I haven't had more than two hours sleep each night.  Monday we had to clean our entire apartment for room inspection Tuesday -- blaah!  Last night we decided we weren't going to buy a Christmas tree but that we were going to find one and chop it down.  We looked all over and nobody had a decent pine tree to take.  We looked at apt building too while we were clonking around.  One was $208 -- without utilities.  Blaah!  I may never have an apt.

Dec 13 - Friday.  I'm casually relaxing in the apt., feeling blase.  It's the flu.  I'm just washing out a few shirts and blouses -- finally getting ready to pack.

My mother was in the hospital.  I tried to call Wednesday and Thursday and I couldn't get a hold of  her and I started to get worried.  The operators actually began calling me by my name.  This one was really nice.  So I called my aunt and she told me everything was fine and my mother came home today.  The doctor put her in the hospital to rest and for shots.  I talked to her today at noon and she sounded terrible but she said she was feeling better but weak.  She said she might be home all week 16-20.  I hope she gets much better for Christmas.  Watch me get sick all vacation.  Dody went over to see her and Mike called her.  You kids are so thoughtful.  She really love ya all, you know.

We had a snow storm last night but we weren't hit that hard.  Up north they were hit with 14 to 15 in of snow.  We don't have too much.  Planes have been taking off anyway.  I got some pictures of our jet coming out here, finally.  Please take care handsome.  SEE YOU IN TWO AND A HALF DAYS!!!!

November 4, 1968 (Letter from Mardi)

How was your birthday?  I hope you're getting caught up with things.

My weekend was a total piece of mass hysteria.  Friday night Wendy and I went to party and we got rather high.  So Mike and I started talking.  I had met him the week before, so we were together the rest of the night. He's really great, he's studying law, and he's rich.  He's a nice guy and I really like him.  His parents own a hotel so they're not hurting.  He took me to a fraternity party Sat. night.  To say I was in control of myself...I had two pints of Southern Comfort.  I really, really had a good time.  He he.

Mike called last night and Wendy's Mike and Mike and I went out about 10.  Wendy's Mike had his car so we drove out and they took us to this gorgeous park with huge waterfalls and we walked and talked.  Then we drove over to the university and got something to eat.  They were going to have us up to Mike's (my Mike) (this is confusing) apartment for steak but Wendy worked till 9 and it was late.

Mike told me this coming weekend he'd plan it.  So we shall see what happens.

I had to see my ticket to see Hendrix Saturday night!  It's about par for the course.  He was fantastic, so I hear!  He said he was coming back.  Oh well, I'd rather have been with Mike anyway.

Wendy and I skipped this afternoon and went walking and walking and walking.  It's beautiful here.  It's supposed to rain.  I don't think we're going to have that much snow.

I want you guys to call me at Thanksgiving.  I don't think Barb will be able to come out.

I just got a letter from Dody today, I pity the kids in Warren.  You've just got to get out.  I love it here.

Well I did my exercise and took my nightly bath.

I bought a pack of cigarettes this afternoon and have one left.  I really should get at my homework or rather apartment work....I shall return.

I shouldn't be writing to you, I should be in class, but you won't believe what I got into last night.

We went down to the Leamington Hotel, because that's where Humphrey is staying, so we thought maybe we'd get to see him.  We saw him all right!  We're standing in the lobby w/ jeans and jackets.  Everybody is just about dressed to kill...and this one guy comes up to me and says would you girls like to get in?  We're there yes yes yes!  So he pulls out 6 passes.  We went in through the cops and guards and they had cameras and lights all over.  We felt really bad in jeans so we went back to the apt and changed.  The place was fantastic.  Nancy and I talked to Tommy James and the Shondells.  They were there for entertainment and they were fantastic.  Inger Stevens and Gene Barry and Orville Freeman were standing right beside us -- I touched them!  Everybody was tanked by 11:30.  It was so packed you couldn't move.  It was wall to wall people.  Outside, people were lined up all around the hotel.  Nancy and I took a cab home.  It was snowing lightly last night.  I didn't get to bed until 3:30 and I couldn't even lift my head off the pillow this morning so I cut my morning classes.  I feel really bad about it!

I wish this weekend would hurry up and get here.

I got a letter from Mark this morning, he's doing fine I take it.  How are you coming along with everything?  Please take care of yourself.  I must go now and eat!!!

Yes, there are many here -- who think that life is but a joke.  So let us not talk falsely now...That Hendrix! I haven't heard from Joan or Tina -- shove it up your left sneaker, girls.  Don't forget -- 41 days.