**My last post to this blog was more than three years ago. woof. it may be the wine talking but i'm hoping to add a new thing every few days.**
I’ve kept cards and letters since I was a little kid. The oldest personal mail I have is from
1974. For the last month I’ve been
reading through old correspondence. In
an effort to fit in my apartment I’m trying to pare down my stuff. The idea is that I’d read some letters and
consign them to the bin. I’m going to
post a few of them here and then either send them to the pals/family members
who wrote them all those years ago or shred them.
There is hilarious, embarrassing, and distasteful content particularly
in the high school letters. I will post
the expurgated versions with select names withheld to keep from damaging anyone’s
blossoming career in politics or child care.
This first short entry is a short excerpt from a letter from
my friend, sc, who was living in San Francisco. He used to end his letters with a BlackAdder Quote of the Day. This letter. dated June 8, 1994, didn't have one so i'll add my own at the end of the post. :)
"After the DMV I went up to Haight Street and walked around
for awhile. I had been there once
before. When Beth and I came down for
the Sugar concert, we went to Haight first.
I browsed through the record stores for awhile. It was fun but in the Rough Trade store I
overheard a very strange conversation. I
was standing at a rack, thumbing through some used CDs and thre was a young
woman who looked like Courtney Love’s younger sister standing next to me,
browsing. Suddenly another woman came up
from behind, tapped her on the shoulder and said, “Hi, Eve!” the rest of the conversation went as follows:
Eve: “Oh, hi Shannon.”
Shannon: “Where have been? I haven’t see you in awhile.”
Eve: “I’ve been in a mental hospital. I tried to kill myself.”
Shannon: “Oh my God, girl! Don’t do it, it’s not worth it!”
Eve: “I know.
So what’s up with you?”
Shannon: “Well I’m going to get a job as a stripper.
That way I’ll feel better about life and
men – because I’ll be degrading them.”
I didn’t catch much of the rest of the conversation and I
never saw what Shannon looked like because I was afraid that if I turned around
to look at her I would be degraded."
BlackAdder Quote of the Day:
"I'm as poor as a church mouse who's just had an enormous tax bill on the very day his wife has run off with another mouse, taking all the cheese."
