Here are the final 5 highlights selected from 366 journal entries of 1972
LOCATION: Corona, California -- Jan 28, 2014
16)Aug 27, 1972 - Flying with a bomb on Western Airlines
LOCATION: Bethlehem; Rapid City; Salt Lake City; Los Angeles; Anaheim
In which I left Rapid City, stopped in SLC while flying to LAX, and somehow ended up at the Disneyland Hotel. Then mom stopped by for a visit to give me a check for five bucks so I could go to Disneyland the next day (Aug 28 - Disneyland for $4.95).
Page 266: A Time Bump where I responsibly fill in the anomalous Temporal Gap that was created when I visited this entry from page 66 (Mar 06 - As close as I'll get to time travel).
18) Oct 13, 1972 - 1st Black President: James Earl Jones
LOCATION: Newport Beach, Anaheim, Santa Ana
A fantastic drive-in double feature: Thanks to Rod Serling, the U.S. gets a cool African American President, and then Raquel Welch becomes a deadly gunfighter.
(Update from THE RECENT FUTURE [7/19/2015]: Go to Friday the 13th1972, for free YouTube links to both of these films: The Man & Hannie Caulder) For a bonus link to THE CURRENT FUTURE, go to HERE & NOW
Gunslinger Hannie Caulder
19) Nov 22, 1972 - 9th anniversary of Kennedy's murder
LOCATION:Newport Beach, Santa Ana, Anaheim
What are we really willing to believe? ... never mind ...
Maybe it went something like this... Go to this entry to watch the whole movie: "Executive Action" or "How to Kill Your Annoying President"
20) Dec 13, 1972 - End of an Era: the last moonwalk ever
LOCATION: Newport Beach, Santa Ana, Anaheim
That was 42 years ago. Where have human beings been lately?
This entry captures the drama and glory that's associated with dedicated paddlers' trips to the river. The close-knit subculture of whitewater river-runners is documented during a two-day Kern River camping trip & I get very wet very often, with an extensive narrative that overflows into the next page (April 17 - Kern River excursion, Part 2).
Chuck in a slalom run on the Kern
07) May 20, 1972 - Competing in LA Games canoe races LOCATION: Hansen Dam, Los Angeles
Let's visit the 1972 Los Angeles Municipal Games. I have never considered myself to be an athlete but I agreed to accompany Chuck for this big two-day event. He had been training me to win it since May 11.
On the first day Chuck competed in various races, we became reacquainted with some adventurous lady friends who called themselves the Aquatils, the #2-ranked U.S. paddler (Bay Shore Park neighbor Art Vitarelli) arrived to humiliate Chuck (ranked #3), we participated in a wild & crazy football game, and later hung out with a group of fun Girl Scouts. The second day is even busier and I find out if Chuck's coaching will lead me to victory: May 21. This page also includes the infamous TURTLE CLUB riddles.
Supplemental Addendum
ANCIENT AND HONORABLE ORDER OF TURTLES (wiki info)
The Four Sublime Questions
There are many more Turtle Riddles than the four mentioned in the May 21 entry. Here are 10 examples, but you only need to answer 4 correctly to become a Turtle. Vulgar or lewd responses are unacceptable and would never occur to a true Turtle. The 10 answers can be found at the bottom of the entry for May 19 - TURTLE CLUB: Official membership card.
1) A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. Thebest man always has me first. What am I?
2) All day long, it's in and out. I discharge loads from my shaft.Both men and women go down on me. What am I?
3) Over 1,000 people went down on me. I wasn't a maiden for long.A big hard thing ripped me open. What am I?
4) When I go in, I cause pain. I cause you to spit and ask you notto swallow. I can fill your hole. What am I?
5) My business is briefs. I am a cunning linguist. I plead andplead for it. What am I?
6) I go in hard, I come out soft. You blow me hard. What am I?
7) If I miss, I will hit your bush. It's my job to stuff your box.When I come, it's news. So, what am I?
8) I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver.What am I?
9) I assist an erection. Sometimes big balls hang from me. I'mcalled a big swinger. What am I?
10) I am a protrusion that comes in many sizes. When I'm not well,I drip. When you blow me, you feel good. What am I?
Turtle Club Update: Tuesday, July 22, 2014
After exhaustively extensive & intensive research coupled with brilliantly clever deductive intuitiveness, I finally succeeded in contacting the reclusive, transcendentally magnificent Supreme Imperial Turtle (Emeritus) of the "Ancient & Honorable Order of Turtles." I will not divulge his name (Denis P. McGowan), but he replied when I asked for details about the "Secret Handclasp" & the confidential "Turtle Hailing Sign." He beseeched me to solemnly swear never to reveal this extraordinary knowledge to anyone else. Here's what he told me:
Dear Bro. Lyda,
I am delighted to hear from you, my honored and esteemed Brother. I usually get about three or four emails a day about Turtledom, usually questions pertaining to the secret handclasp or "grip," the recognition sign, or one of the questions asked during the Sublime Test of the Four Questions. That's usually because our members were "over-served" during their initiation, and in such a cloudy or befuddled state, it is not their fault if they cannot recall key elements of their Turtle initiation.
The Grip of the Ancient and Honorable Order of Turtles
The grip, or secret handclasp, of the Order is done as a mode of recognition to confirm membership in the Ancient and Honorable Order of Turtles. The grip is not to be given unless the password exchange has been verified and Turtle membership established. The grip is performed as follows:
Place your index and middle fingers on the wrist of the other Brother or Sister Turtle. Press gently. Resultant proclamation:"Behold, my Brother! The secret grip of the Turtles! Feel the alcohol pulsing through each other's veins!" The Hailing Sign of the Ancient and Honorable Order of Turtles
The hailing sign of the Order is done as a mode of recognition to confirm membership in the Ancient and Honorable Order of Turtles. The sign is not to be executed unless the password exchange has been acknowledged and Turtle membership established.
The hailing sign is performed as follows:
Place your right hand into a fist, with the thumb extended straight out. Place it up to your chest, with the thumb pointing outward away from you. Cover the right hand with your left hand.Appropriate response:"Behold, my Brother! The hailing sign of the Turtles! See the noble Turtle sticking his head out of his shell, seeking his next drink to imbibe!"
Brother Lyda, if I can be of further assistance to you, please do not hesitate to contact me. May Almighty God, the Great Bartender of the Universe, who will only serve you what you can handle in life, continue to bless us all, and all the brave men and women who serve and protect in our great nation’s armed forces and law enforcement agencies, and keep them all safe from harm. Happy and peaceful holidays to you and your loved ones!
Fraternally Yours Eternally in Turtledom,
Brother Denis P. McGowan
Supreme Imperial Turtle
Ancient and Honorable Order of Turtles
So there you have it. Don't forget: You never heard it from me. [ I never revealed anything at all to anybody, and I never would -- That's all on HIM ]
08) Jun 03, 1972 - Racing to Catalina with Chuck & Murray
LOCATION: Newport Beach & Catalina
I am brought along with Chuck & Murray on a Sea Scout sailboat race to Catalina. After reaching the island, we stayed on the boat overnight and raced back home the next day (June 4 - Doldrums: Catalina Race, Day 2). As it turned out, this wasn't exactly a "race" -- it was really a long, slow excursion over many miles of boring ocean. Nobody knew or cared who won this competition -- we were all just glad when it was over.
Chuck Lyda & Murray Lewis, 1974
09) Jun 17, 1972 - Job Ends - A long, surprising day
LOCATION: Oxnard & Newport Beach, CA
At this time I was visually impaired. I am nearsighted -- anything beyond 5 feet becomes increasingly blurry. My glasses had been lost in a recent boating accident (June 11) and I wouldn't be able to get new ones until June 23. Nevertheless I persevered.
This sprawling entry covers a lot of territory, from my final day as a landscaper in Oxnard (digging ditches, planting trees, etc. -- a job that began on June 6) to Newport Beach with the unexpected arrival of my cousin Jim with his friend, Tim. Also on this day is a video of All in the Family when Sammy Davis Jr. meets Archie Bunker. Below is part of a puzzling episode that proves to a disbelieving Archie that women can, indeed, be superior to men.
This introduces the Diary which is the first & last time Grady kept a daily journal. He describes events of New Year's Eve 1971 and New Year's Day 1972, mentioning girl troubles, cop problems, and an overall dissatisfaction with life. Normal adolescent angst. In the following entry for January 02, Grady explains the circumstances of his unnecessary arrest on the morning of New Year's Day. This is a typical 17-year-old moaning about the world's frustrating unfairness. Same as it ever was.
After "borrowing" my family's car (we owned two), I became a runaway with my equally disgruntled high school friend, Matt Gold. We were aiming for New York but we ended up in Bethlehem, South Dakota, where I had been invited to come for a visit by Father Gilbert Stack who ran the place. This was a popular tourist destination called The Shrine of the Nativity that had been installed in a famous cave. To see more text & photos regarding this historic location, please go to the July 18 entry.
Anyway, we soon learned that the police were hunting for us due to an All Points Bulletin (APB) on the "stolen" car (one of our parents snitched on me), so we were temporarily trapped there until the legal problems could be resolved.
That's me at age 17 shoveling snow in South Dakota
03) Jan 18, 1972 - Letter of explanation to Grandma Dot
LOCATION: Bethlehem, South Dakota
Here is the letter I wrote to my grandmother telling her why I had escaped from Newport Beach. Later I heard that she cried when she read this. She was well-known to the staff at The Shrine of the Nativity and was a long-time friend of Father Gilbert (born as Garrett Michael Stack in 1913): They both grew up in Kansas City, Missouri.
04) Mar 06, 1972 - As close as I'll get to time travel
LOCATION: Newport Beach, California
Grady, an aspiring science-fiction writer, speculates about the future and ponders the mysteries of TIME. "Where will I be on December 31, 1972... [Answer: San Francisco & Soda Springs, California], will everyone I know still be alive? [NO. There will be a death in the family on September 13] ...Where will I be on January 1, 2000?" [At an apartment in Corona, California, with my wife, Celia, and daughter, Elora] March72Grady makes a series of completely inaccurate predictions, then sets up an impromptu Temporal Experiment designed to visit the near future with April72Grady: "What unimagined events will have transpired between now (Apr. 2), and when I wrote this (March 6)? We shall see." What could we learn from a trip thru time that takes us just one month ahead? Surprisingly, quite a bit... Find out in the entry for April 02 (Easter Sunday) - Tinkering with Time.
This bold experiment in virtual time travel extends even further as we discover in the entry for Sep 22, where we see this note: "Once again I ventured into the future from March 6, 1972, 8:12 P.M. What would I find? Would I be happy or sad?" That page provides the answers.
You might say this is all just tricks with words on paper. There's no authentic scientific experiment here, it's just semantics. Let's consider the facts: At 7:51pm on Monday, March 6, 1972, a 17-year-old projects his thoughts forward in time to find out where he's going to be at the end of the year, and even at the end of the century. Now he knows. Mission accomplished. Then he invokes his nearby future-self to learn what will happen in less than a month -- and on April 2 he reports back to himself.
Today we have gone beyond any boundaries he'd imagined... 42 years later, he/I is/am connecting with memories of that teenager and filling in the gaps between him/me at 17 and him/me at 59. PLUS, amazingly, in the constantly shifting Present Moment, the entire world has instant access to the results of this exercise. It is a globally shared temporal-spanning experience among all parties concerned, including him, me, you, us, them, and even all the unborn folks who are reading this 42 years from now in the year 2056. We have literally gone Back to the Future, the Past & All Points in between.
Yes, of course it's all in your head: Where else would you perceive the effects of TIME? Okay, let's travel back to the past again...
05) Apr 14, 1972 - Epic exploration of Newport Bay
LOCATION: Newport Beach, California
This is when I risked life-and-limb to explore the great wilderness that existed beyond my humble mobile home park. It took awhile. I got home late and learned that mom had already called the Newport Beach Harbor Patrol to search for my pathetic missing body. This extensive entry spills over into April 15.
NEXT WEEK:Top 20 Entries from 1972 - Part 2 (6 to 10)
Sunday, January 23, 1972 LOCATION: Newport Beach, California 12:00 PM So here I am, back in Grand Old Newport Beach, where once again I can continue preliminary work into my chosen profession, free of school and many other previously limiting factors. The first thing I've got to do is get reorganized, then I've got to get money, or something. I'm free, so let's see what I do with it (freedumb, that is).
7:00 PM
Drove the car again when I went to wash my clothes. I'll have the Imperial again tomorrow to run some errands -- Mom's driving the Cougar to work, so I'll have the car as long as I want.
(10:30 PM 1/24/72) LARRY [Brockway, Dad's friend] CAME OVER WITH A CHART THAT MEASURES BIORHYTHMIC PATTERNS OF PHYSICAL, INTELLECTUAL, AND SENSITIVITY CURVES. ACCORDING TO THE CHART, WHEN I "LEFT FOR THE THULES" (AS LARRY PUT IT) MY PHYSICAL CYCLE WAS HIGH, AND THE INTELLECTUAL AND SENSITIVITY CURVES WERE ON A DOWN TREND. RIGHT NOW, ALL THREE PATTERNS HAVE REACHED THE LOW POINT SIMULTANEOUSLY, AND ARE MOVING UPWARD IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS. POSSIBLY. IF IT WORKS, IT WOULD PAY TO LOOK INTO THE PSUEDO-SCIENCE OF BIORHYTHMIC INFLUENCES.
Friday, January 21, 1972 LOCATION: On the Road - South Dakota to Newport Beach, California
2:30 PM 1/21/72 [continued from previous page]
We ate at Lusk, then Matt drove for about an hour -- then I drove (at Dad's suggestion) until 2:30 A.M. Then I woke up Lucifer, and he continued while I slept. At about 4:00 he stopped in a Truck nest, where we all slept for a while.
Matt & I woke up at around 7:30 A.M. -- Dad was driving, and we had just reached Rock Springs. At my suggestion we went on to Little America, Wyo., where we got fuel for the car and us. I drove from there, and Dad got some sleep. At 1:45, I stopped in Levan, Utah (we went through Salt Lake City at noon), got gas, and Dad continued driving. In the morning it snowed slightly, and sprinkled a bit, though the sky's still cloudy, the sun's showing through sort of, and there's no snow on the ground.
We just went over a bridge, with a sign that said Chalk Creek. Right now we're driving through Fillmore, Utah, and Matt (in the front seat) is trying to find a station on the Gradio [nickname for radio, haha]. I hooked up the speaker that's sitting on the back seat with me, so the sound's coming from the left, right next to me. Really fascinating, huh?
(11:30 AM 1/23/72)
Dad drove till about 6:30, then Matt drove while dad got some sleep. At 7:30 I started driving because we were going to go through Las Vegas. Somehow I managed not to get lost and Matt took a lot of pictures of the place as we drove through. I stopped to get gas at around 10:00 and Lucifer resumed driving, while I slept in the back seat (Matt has had the front seat for the whole trip). We got to Matt's house by midnight, and he parked the car there, and we took the Audi home.
Saturday, January 15, 1972 LOCATION: Bethlehem, South Dakota 1:30 PM Got to sleep last night at around one thirty. Woke up today -- first at 8:30, when Brad wandered around saying, "Wakey, wakey." Phil groggily said, "I hate you." Brad replied, "It's 13° outside. Get up." "Above zero?" "Yes." -- "Good God! We're having a heat wave!" I promptly went back to sleep and woke up at 12:55. Matt came in a moment later, and said everyone was eating lunch -- he also said he wanted to leave for Chicago today. I eventually talked him out of it, and soon I'll be leaving for Newport Beach.
11:30 PM WELL, FOLKS, THINGS HAVE TURNED ALL AROUND. LISTEN TO THIS ONE -- YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT! ---- THE WEATHER'S REALLY GETTING WARM -- IT MUST'VE GOT UP TO 40° ABOVE. EVERYTHING'S MELTING, SO MY SUPPLY OF ICICLES IS RUNNING OUT (I'VE BEEN MUNCHING ON THEM FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS). AFTER I FINISHED MY LAST ENTRY, MATT READ THIS BOOK, GRINNING AND CHUCKLING NOW AND THEN. I ALSO LET HIM KNOW I HAVE COPIES OF HIS POETRY, AND HE CALLED ME (ACCURATELY) "SNEAKY." I LET HIM KNOW MORE ABOUT ME TODAY THAN EVER BEFORE -- AND HE UNDERSTANDS QUITE A BIT. I CHECKED THE CAR (IT STARTED FINE), DID A LITTLE PACKING, GOT CLEANED UP, AND WENT TO THE HOUSE WHERE MATT WAS READING A MAGAZINE. I TOLD GIL I WAS LEAVING AND WOULD BE BACK IN ABOUT A WEEK. HE WAS STRONGLY AGAINST IT. HE CALLED MOM FOR ME, AND SHE TOLD ME TO WAIT 'TILL DAD GOT HOME -- HE WOULD CALL ME AT AROUND SIX. AFTER ABOUT AN HOUR IRENE [Matt's slightly crazy mother] PHONED. SAID SHE'D TALKED WITH MOM, AND MOM TOLD HER SHE WAS COMING HERE TO GET THE CAR AND DRIVE IT BACK TO CALIFORNIA. I ASSUMED SHE'D MISUNDERSTOOD. AFTER THE PHONE CALL, TOM CAME TO THE STEREO BUNK TO TALK WITH US. AS IT TURNS OUT, FATHER GIL HAS BEEN PRESSURING HIM TO KEEP US BUSY. WE ASSURED HIM WE'D BE LEAVING SOON. WHEN DAD CALLED I FOUND OUT JUST HOW STICKY THE SITUATION REALLY WAS. IF I LEFT WITH THE CAR HE WOULD REPORT IT STOLEN -- PREVENTING US FROM GETTING INTO WORSE TROUBLE. HE SAID MOM WAS GOING TO FLY TO S.D., AND DRIVE HER CAR BACK TO CALIFORNIA, SO THAT SHE COULD SELL THE COUGAR, SAVE UP FOR ANOTHER CAR, AND LET ME HAVE THE IMPERIAL IN A FEW MONTHS. THINGS WERE GETTING PRETTY CONFUSING, AND I WAS BEGINNING TO REALIZE "THE JIG WAS UP." WE WERE EITHER GOING TO BE TRAPPED HERE FOR A FEW MORE MONTHS, OR WE'D BOTH HAVE TO DRIVE BACK TO N.B. [Newport Beach, CA] THE SITUATION REMAINED UNRESOLVED WHEN WE HUNG UP, BUT IT WAS CLEAR M & I WERE GOING NO FURTHER. MATT WAS STILL DETERMINED THAT WE WERE GOING TO CHICAGO, AND I STILL WASN'T ENTIRELY SURE WE WEREN'T, UNTIL THE NEXT CALL. IRENE CALLED DURING SUPPER, ABOUT 15 MINS LATER, AND I TALKED WITH HER AFTER MATT STARTED GETTING MAD. TALKING WITH HER, WE ARRIVED AT THIS DECISION: MATT & I WOULD DRIVE BACK TO NEWPORT BEACH. SHE TALKED WITH MATT AGAIN (AFTER I TOLD HIM THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE WE COULD DO) AND HE RELUCTANTLY FELL TO THE INEVITABLE. SHE SPOKE WITH ME AGAIN -- SHE EXPECTED US TO LEAVE TONIGHT! I TOLD HER WE COULDN'T LEAVE ANY EARLIER THAN TOMORROW AFTERNOON, USING THE BELOW ZERO TEMPERATURES AS AN EXCUSE. SO IT WAS DECIDED. IT WAS NOT LONG BEFORE I REALIZED WE COULDN'T LEAVE THAT SOON -- WE OWED GIL $40, AND WE NEEDED MONEY TO MAKE THE TRIP. MOM CALLED AGAIN, AND I EXPLAINED WE COULDN'T LEAVE FOR A FEW MORE DAYS. THEN SHE OFFERED ANOTHER ALTERNATIVE: JACK -- MATT'S REAL FATHER -- WOULD FLY UP HERE AND DRIVE MATT AND THE CAR BACK TO CALIFORNIA, LETTING ME STAY HERE, IF I WANTED. SO THAT WAS IT -- AS THINGS STAND NOW, I'M STAYING HERE, AND MATT'S GOING BACK TO N.B. -- SOMEWHAT IRONIC, RIGHT? WHAT THE HECK, AS LONG AS I'M HERE, I MIGHT AS WELL STAY. WHEN I TOLD MATT, HE WAS SLIGHTLY BEWILDERED. MATT KNOWS ME BETTER THAN I THOUGHT -- I DAMNED NEAR GOT EMOTIONAL WHEN HE SAID HE DIDN'T WANT ME TO STAY. HE SAID, "WHETHER YOU THINK SO OR NOT, I CONSIDER MYSELF TO BE YOUR FRIEND AND I THINK YOU NEED ONE." -- I SAID, "I CAN'T AFFORD FRIENDS." FORTUNATELY HE LAUGHED AT THAT. "BESIDES, I GOT YOU YOUR FREEDOM, I ACCOMPLISHED MY PURPOSE." HIS PARENTS WILL MOVE TO LONG BEACH, HE DOESN'T HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL OR LIVE WITH HIS PARENTS, AND THEY'RE THINKING OF BUYING HIM A CAR -- HE WON, EVEN THOUGH THEY GOT HIM BACK. I SAID THIS PLAN WOULD SOLVE OUR PROBLEMS, AND I RATIONALIZED THE THING LOGICALLY. HE DIDN'T ACCEPT THE EXPLANATION, BUT THE THING WAS SETTLED. HE LEFT TO GO TO SLEEP, BUT BEFORE HE LEFT HE GAVE ME A SHOT IN THE ARM AND SAID, "YOU'RE A GOOD MAN, GRADY." 3:30 AM
Got to bed at 3:30 -- I think I changed my mind. I'm going to Newport Beach. I think. Maybe. Hmmmmm
Tuesday, January 11, 1972 LOCATION: Bethlehem, South Dakota 10:30 AM Got to sleep last night at 1:30 in the stereo cabin. The three of us -- Matt, Me, and Phil (social sciences investigator or something) -- stayed there till 1:00, listening to the stereo and reading. I found out a button is missing on my new jacket.
12:00 AM
We had lunch at 1:00, and I went to the stereo cabin to draw an abstract painting from one of Fr. Gilbert's books. It took me most of the day to finish. I helped Brad put up wood strips on the ceiling of the chapel in the retreat house. Afterwards, I returned to the Stereo Cabin to finish my drawing.
Dinner was at 6:30 -- we had Chow Mein, rice, thingamajigs, whatjamacallits, and banana bread. I checked the Imperial for anti-freeze at the suggestion of Fr. Gilbert -- the car started fine, and registered plenty of anti-freeze.
I called mom and dad to tell them to send the $60.00, and they complied with Gilbert's thinking about building a geodesic dome to plant vegetables in. Tomorrow, M & I have to go to Rapid for our glasses -- we asked Fr. for $30 for me, and $8 for Matt, telling him we'd pay him back as soon as M's check ($40) and my bank account ($60) comes in.
It started snowing again, giving the land a fresh look and guaranteeing snow shoveling jobs tomorrow.
[Inserted here is a letter by Matt to his girlfriend, but he never mailed it so Grady grabbed the letter and put it in this book] *judy
if you're travelling to the North Country fair
where the wind is heavy on the borderline
remember me to one who lives there...
Leon Russell
Its a week since I left newport. in that time I have seen more things than ever before I have seen. It's supported my idea that newport was a severely limited and limiting place. I have visited states, driven hiways, been a temporary drifter, and subjected myself to the theoretical forces of the Gestapo. And I am not finished yet. I find myself in a commune in the unlikely and remote black hills of south dakota. It's run by a catholic father, and the people and philosophy are both as beautiful as the forest surrounding. The big town, Rapid City, is perhaps a normal midwestern town, but with my conditioning I can't help but describe it as strange... strange. the plan of me and my colleague, Grady Lyda, is to live here and work in Rapid City 'till we have enough filthy green to travel to New York City, there to establish ourselves, get interesting work or develop a business. I have with me - myself, which includes all clothes, the stereo, and personal effects. the car is a portable sanitarium. anyway, this is asking you if you would like to visit me in New York this summer (after you've finished school). I will feed you bagels & cheese every morning, take you to see the sights, and provide snappy repartee. See what it's really like to live outside sunny Calif. let life drive you crazy. take it from someone who's seen both sides of the sanity fence. It's better. but that depends on definition of 'better' . or maybe 'bet' . or 'ter' . (give up) think about it and write me. that address again -- Bethlehem, South Dakota 57708 (THEIR OWN ZIPCODE, YET.) I think, at this point, I can definitely and unequivicably make the compulsively profound statement - - - - I miss you. Matt Gold P.S. don't worry about money. I'll pay 4 you in the City.
see for me if her hair's hanging long -- that's the way I remember her best. -- L. Russell
[Below are the Front & Back photos of this letter. Matt was a clever artist: if you
click on this image & look carefully, you can see a giant Question Mark behind his text.]
