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.

January 16, 1969 (Note from Mardi)

Hi!  I wrote you at school but I guess you're home.  I hear you saw Mike, glad to hear you made it.  How was Mike?  Did ya have fun.  I hope so.  What's fun?  Duh.  It doesn't really take long to get back in the rut.  I' haven't been getting much mail because it's been really screwed up.  Not much to do anymore.  Wilson Pickett will be here Saturday.  We found a new roommate in our apt (I wrote you about her) we got rid of her and everything is back to normal.  We have another roommate now -- our 6th.

It's like a regular Peyton Place around here.  Amy Baker is 4 1/2 month pregnant and we now have dope on the third floor.  I must go I've got tons of work.  Please take care of yourself.  Write soon.

January 9, 1969 (Letter from Mardi)

I should have written early this week now I don't know if you're going to be there or in Cleveland or what.  Are you there?  I almost didn't get here.  Monday I was all set for Jamestown and to take off about 3:22 but no flight!  A little mechanical difficulty so there we all were, so my mother and Barb left and Wendy and I went to my father's with him and ate dinner.  We got on a 7:00 flight and got into Detroit City about 8:15.  I thought I'd never see Detroit again.  I thought maybe Smokey would walk by or something.  Duh!  Smokey Robinson that is -- not Smokey the Bear -- knowing you!

Hi, honey, I'm back again.  What a night.  I slept and talked to Nancy and read a short story, now we're waiting for Luigi to deliver our order.  What a place.  We didn't have anything to do tonight so we looked up what it would cost to go United to Buffalo for Easter -- it's not too expensive at all -- standby.  We have it figured out so we might be able to take two weeks at Easter.  Look out Surf Club.

Right now I've had it.  We found a new roommates in our apt when we got here.  She's a really, really cute one.  Why us?!  She was kicked out of her other apt and now we have her, but we're going to see if she can move and we're pretty sure she'll do it.  We clash so much.  What a mess -- I have living with girls.

Sometime we'll have to clean up this place which won't be till we all get in the mood, which probably will never happen.

I must go.  Write soon.  How did exams go for you?