If you wrote me a letter or scribbled me a postcard or even left a memo on my dorm room door from ~1985 to ~1995 (when email started to obliterated all), I want you to know I probably saved it. Today, however, I threw it away. Piles and piles of papers and letters and programs from my late adolescence and early adulthood. Heartfelt letter from people I could not remember. Cryptic letters from people I did remember. Just no room for them anymore. Don't want to pack them.
I did save all the letters from my wife. I destroyed letters from ex-girlfriends, which, if they're reading this blog, they'll understand, I'm sure. Although really, why would they be reading this blog? Also, why do I seem concerned? See, these are the issues to not bring with.
Several eastbound trains leave Seattle in early March. One will be Moeful.
Train? Are you having your car(s) airlifted? Did the house sell? How many ex-girlfriends? What is the price of tea in Ceylon?
ReplyDeleteDammit, I wanted you to take that note or whatever it was I left you for the opening of "Tent Meeting" to your grave, dammit. I still have the Darryl Tarbox autographed baseball, after all...
ReplyDeleteHmmm...yes I have to do all of this soon when I go in for the final spring clean-up of my small annex at my Dad's house. It all seemed like at one point that it would tell a story of my life, but I don't think that's true...Plus most of my entire collection of 80's baseball cards. Which are as we all know by now worthless.
ReplyDeleteWell, I put a lot of thought into that opening night card for Cymbeline, but I'll get over it. Eventually.
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