I just rec'd a forwarded letter that had been addressed to me c/o Nobby's, one of my hangouts in the 1980s! By chance, I have breakfast there now and again and stay in touch. A short letter about Woody Guthrie, also dating me to the 80s (my show), from Seattle, from someone I don't remember. What the hell? An old drinking buddy? An old girlfriend? I could be pretty wild then. There's an address. Hmm.
This person seemed to assume 1. Nobby's would forward the letter 30 years later, 2. I was still alive.
Two longshots, both right.
Ah, the wonder of it all.
This person seemed to assume 1. Nobby's would forward the letter 30 years later, 2. I was still alive.
Two longshots, both right.
Ah, the wonder of it all.
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