For as long as I can remember, you’ve sent me Heather Champ e-postcards. Sometimes it’s been a regular thing, but usually it’s sporadic. The feeling I get when I check my email and see, “Rocky, Mingo has sent you a photograph from hchamp.com” is warm and happy. I have tried to save all of them but fear some of the early ones got lost forever. I thank you for being such a sweet, thoughtful love.
All the much,
The Bedda
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You’ve been unhappy at your job at for some time & the last six months have been the toughest. Being treated the exact opposite as you should have been.
Just so happened contact with Kim eventually culminated with all the hard work that never appeared to make a difference. You were asked. You were questioned; once then twice.
Yesterday that questioning & answer flowed as words landing in your ears & extended the corners of your mouth upward.
“Good good good stuff!” appeared on the little screen. Upon arrival your grin explained to me the new situation in which you were to find yourself merry.
Knuckes & I are both congratulating you still. You deserve the best.
All the much.
You were taking a survey about snack, specifically Bugles. You read me the question on the survey: “Are Bugles the only snack with a point?” I replied that their shape indeed makes them fit that perfectly. You loved it.
≈all the much
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It must have been a squirrel & you know the rest of the story so fill it in in the comments please.
≈all the much
Marvin
≈all the much
Posted in Memory, The Westgate Experience
I was on the phone casually talking to my mom peering out the screened window on Westgate when a lady came up to the window & asked me for change.
≈all the much
Posted in Memory, The Westgate Experience
Remember that car alarm that a fly landing would set off? That shit was loud, right at our window & lasted months.
≈all the much
Posted in Memory, The Westgate Experience
