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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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I wish I could read the postmark. Or that he'd included a hunk of tumbleweed or a few grains of sand. Don't even know why I'm assuming desert, but it does make more logical sense than the greener states further north. I suppose, too, the descriptions in Dreamchasers, and the idiosyncracies and anomalies of the observed desert instead of the assumed desert somehow make sense.
Anyway I've put, or will put, his letter when I type it up and proofread it, up as a reply here. I so can't afford typos in it. And UK spellings just will not work in a US letter!
Damn it's lucky I'm working at home today!! Otherwise the post woudl have had to wait until this evening.
I'm all happy now. Especially with the other surprise in the envelope.
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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Dear Timmy ~
I’m here! It’s soooo great! The sky is so blue and goes on forever. The air is real different from back home and I’m hoping I can stop taking allergy meds now. There are miles and miles and miles of fence and so much work to be done.
Well, we made the trip in good time, with only one bad thing happening. My truck kicked a tire south of Shreveport, Louisiana and I had to unhook the horse trailer before I could change it.
We couldn’t drive too many hours a day cause my daddy had to rest, my grandmom had to get out like every 30 minutes and I had to exercise the horses. We did stop one night at some friends of my family who live in Louisiana and I got a chance to run Tink and Jolene. They made the trip just fine and seem happy to be here too.
The ranch is kinda rundown but Daddy has so many ideas and he can’t wait to get started. We have an old fashioned barn with a hay loft and everything. There are nine horse stalls (that I have to muck out) and endless land for the horses to run. I’m gonna ride the fence lines and camp out as soon as we’re all settled.
The house is way old and needs a coat of paint but it sits right by a little stream and you can hear the water at night. Like I told you, I get the whole attic and there are these great windows that you can climb out and sit on the roof at night. I rigged a hammock to sleep in and there’s a wood stove for winter.
We’re way out from the nearest town. I don’t know about connecting my computer cause all the money has to go to the ranch right now. I guess you can see that I’m having to use the old-fashioned method of writing with a pen on a piece of notebook paper. Duh!! I’m finishing the next chapter of JHS like I promised. I worked on it at night in the motels and I’ll just stuff it in this mail before I close it shut. I’m sorry I have to ask you to type it for me, but you know I appreciate it. I know all this has been sudden; it has for me too. I had to do what was right and this was it. I hope its okay to keep writing. I’ll get my computer working somehow so I can at least print out the pages next time.
That’s all for now. I better get on to sleep. One thing that didn’t change is I still get up at 5:30. Hugs to your family and a big hug to you.
If you can, please say hello to my internet friends. I miss everyone so much.
Take care and be safe ~
Smiles and Sunshine
Jamie
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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