It is a pity that I have also been missing Grove City, one of my first and favorite events. The grass is growing and I'll soon be mowing; but I guess that is better, if not cheaper, than drinking, driving and 'hoing. I'm reading a 1959 Louis L'Amour reprint of "The First Fast Draw"; he was great but he has been dead since 1988, that old feller still being a best seller! Too bad that potential old-fashioned bottom-fifty paperback pulp and magazine writers can no longer write or sell to survive, much less thrive and keep cheap paperback series books alive. I regret the death of Annette [Funicello], my first black-and-white-TV baby boomer crush, although she was eight years older than me. Janet and I used to sit on the living-room floor and look up at that old ZENITH TV on legs, with rounded black-and-white screen, I you can remember what I mean. Annette was my favorite Mouseketeer, that not being weird or queer, old friend, at least back then. Every day, and afternoon after school, Annette looked better and better, especially after those two little bumps started poking out the front of her sweater. Unfortunately for us, her many male, fans and friends, Annette never showed us much or enough skin. I have two houses without spouses and two lawnmowers to get going. I've started feeding our birds and squirrels, still cheaper than feeding the girls, and filling the birdbaths, just for laughs. You and I ought to buy Hillary Clinton's new bullshittin' ghost-written book, which no doubt makes the publisher's stockholders bitch and holler, since the have given her an advance of $14 million dollars! It makes me hurl, her bragging causing me gagging, about flying her fat ass a million miles all over the world.
Regards, Captain Harrison