Tuesday, September 30, 1969.  Camp Eagle, Vietnam.

Hi Love,

This is the night I was planning on answering all the letters I got from you when I was at Evans.  But – I’m dog tired and I doubt if I’ll get it done.  I’ve got some from the folks to answer too, and I know that won’t get done tonite.


I just got back from Evans yesterday in time to go out on guard duty.  And after spending three days there they didn’t pay me any way.  I got paid in the morning at battalion, but they tried to screw me out of $60.  I’ve got to go to finance tomorrow and straighten it out.

Remember what you said about our not having to adjust to each other much?  I believe I said something about that once too, and it’s true.  I guess that’s why we got married in the first place, isn’t it?  That was the smartest thing I’ve done in my life, and I think God every day for you and for our love.

Honey, I want so much to write you a long long letter for change, but I can’t see straight enough to write.  Good night Rita.  I love you so much!


All My Love,



Sunday, September 28, 1969.   Camp Evans, Vietnam.

Hi Beautiful!

Well, I finally got some of my mail, mainly because I came up to Evans and got it.  That’s where I am now.  Sure was good to hear from you again – after almost two weeks.  I got four letters from you and the mail clerk said some had already been sent down to Eagle.  So I’ll probably get that tomorrow.  Sure hope so.

I came up here yesterday, figuring we’d get paid either yesterday or today.  But we don’t until tomorrow, so I’ve got to stay til then.  Too bad!  It’s been a good weekend just shooting the bull with the guys again.

I’m not going to answer your letters tonite – I’ll wait until I’m back at Eagle.  There is a lot I want to talk about and answer, and I’d rather do that when I’m alone.

I will say here that I loved that book of poems.  And you’re right, it does express that special feeling of love much better than you or I could in our own words.  Just remember it goes for me too.  I love you, Rita, more and more every day.

All My Love,


No idea what the book of poems is about, but I’d love to know its name.  I’d probably order a copy ASAP.

Friday, September 26, 1969.  Camp Eagle, Vietnam.


Hi Love!

Just finished with my shower and feel good and clean again.  There’s no flick tonite, so I have a feeling this would be a nice long letter.  I hope it turns out that way anyway.

We had an I.G. inspection yesterday, so the three or four days before that we’re kind of hectic.  The officers and NCO’s get all upset and excited about it, and just can’t understand why we’re not.  It’s just that after just so many inspections a guy just doesn’t give a damn if we flunk it.  We’re just glad it’s over.

The other nite there was a live band here – Filipinos.  They were really pretty good, and had four good looking chicks dancing and singing.  Seeing some good looking broads just makes me miss you more.  It reminds me what I’ve got waiting for me at home.  Can’t wait!

Remember what I said about those dream sheets not meaning much?  Well tonite I was talking to a guy who just got his orders to go home and his next assignment.  He and three others had put in for the west coast.  They got Fort Eustis.  So, like I said – I’m not counting on getting the northwest like I put in for.  Who knows, maybe we’ll go East again.

I talked to my crew leader about going up to Evans tomorrow afternoon and staying over til Sunday.  He said okay, but now I have to clear it with my platoon sergeant.  I don’t think he’ll be any problem but you never know.  I’ll have to get paid up then, but I don’t know if they’ll be paying tomorrow or Sunday.

Today my platoon sergeant (SFC S) asked me if I’d like to go to “B” Co. 5th Trans.  I said sure cause I’ve got a lot of friends there (Clay and others).  But then he said it would be to work on CH 47’s (Chinooks), cause we’re sending all our Hook people there and won’t work on them here anymore.  I told him no, definitely not.  I want nothing to do with those monsters.  I hate the eight of them even.  So I’m staying here now.

He also said he needed two men to crew a LOH (one of those little jobs) and I said I’d love to get that.  But he has some LOH people who would have to get first chance, so I imagine they’ll grab it.  But I may try getting on the LOH maintenance team, just to try something different for a change.

I’ve just been talking with a couple guys here about tape recorders and china.  Those are two things I’m definitely going to get while I’m here.  One other thing I’ve been thinking about too – Melmac.  Why don’t I order a set and we can use it for everyday instead of those good dishes?  I’ve been looking for them too, but without much luck.  Why don’t you tell me the brand name and send a picture if you can get one from Watson’s and I’ll keep trying.

You know, after getting all that stuff and Xmas presents too.  I’ probably end up not saving much over here.  But the savings in price is too great to pass up.  I hate myself forever if I didn’t, and you probably would too.  Especially if I didn’t get china, huh?  And it’s all stuff we need or will want for our home, so I feel it will be well worth it.

Oh yea, I should tell about our short timers hootch.  The eight shortest guys in our platoon will live there.  The will get partitioned rooms, real beds and mattresses and won’t have to make any formations or pull extra duties.  That will really be a nice way to spend your last month or so here.  I guess they figured that no one works when they’re that short anyway.

Well, Rita, looks like I managed to make this a fairly respectable letter.  I wish I had the time to do this more often.  But now it’s getting late and I’m going to hit the sack.

Good night Reet.  I love you with all my heart!



Okay, so lots of “things”  in this letter.  I’ll try to clear a few up.

  • If you didn’t recall, Fort Eustis was dad’s first posting after basic (I think, it’s been a while).
  • B Company, 5th Transportation Unit were stationed in Phu Bai as best as I can tell.
  • LOH = Light Observation Helicopter.  Like the ones you see in the show opening of M*A*S*H.  Many different models have been used over the years.
  • Melmac is a brand of plastic dishware.
  • Also, Melmac is the name of the home planet of Alf.

Thursday, September 18, 1969.  Camp Eagle, Vietnam.


Dear Rita,

Well, it’s the end of my first full day here, and I can’t say I like it as well as good ol’ C Battery.  But then I spent a lot more time with that unit.

It’s a small world tho.  The guy next to me went thru basic with a couple guys from my old outfit.  Another guy was at Bragg with the 82nd while we were there and know a lot of guys in our outfit.  So we’ve got something to talk about anyway.  Oh yea, the dude next to me knows Clay too.  He was with B. Co. when Clay was sent down there.

Right now it’s raining as usual.  The monsoons are really setting in now it looks like. It rains every night now, and most the day for the last few days.  At least this hootch doesn’t look like the one I was in at Evans.

One big hassle I’ve got here is that I’m broke.  I spent what little money I had left on booze the nite before I came down.  I mean we had to have a little party.  Kim dug out two pints of bourbon his folks had sent him too, so we had a good time.  But now I don’t have even enough to buy cigarettes.

Maybe I should quit, huh?  Whoops, I shouldn’t have said that.  Well, maybe I will – someday.

I’m hoping that by tomorrow some of my mail will be getting here from Evans.  It’ll probably be a couple more days tho.  Can’t wait to get one from you again.

You know something Honey?  I love you.  How do you like them apples?  Six months and three days to go til I tell you that in person.  Until then just remember – I’ll love you always.



PS (over)

I’ll send your cards we soon as I find them.  They’re still at the bottom of my bags.

Wednesday, September 17, 1969.  Camp Eagle, Vietnam.

Dear Rita,

Well, I finally got moved.  It’s been a hassle all day.  I’m at Eagle now, with “A” Co. 5th Trans.  So on my address now just put that instead of the 388TC 4/77.  Everything else is the same I think.  If not I’ll have the right address on the envelope anyway.

Greg T. who was shipped out with me went to “B” co., at Phu Bai.  That’s where I would have liked to have gone since Clay and several other guys I know are down there.  But the Army doesn’t give you choices like that.  So here I don’t know anybody.  But it usually doesn’t take too long to make some friends.  A lot of guys here are short too, down to less than a month, so maybe a couple more from my unit will get sent here.  Who knows?

I’m going to close now.  I’m darn tired, and must write the folks.  They don’t know a thing about this yet.

Goodnight Rita.  I love you always.

Your Hubby,


Well, if you blinked you missed it.  Dad is now at Camp Eagle, which, if you look at the map back on our “I was looking forward to having a monkey” post, is just on the right; where it says EAG… something.  That something is Camp Eagle.  I put up a map here that shows where they are relative to each other.

Only 20 miles southeast of Camp Evans, it was a smaller base and was a staging point for some of the missions involved in the Battle of Hamburger Hill.

Saturday, September 13, 1969.  Camp Evans, Vietnam.

Dearest Rita,

Boy, I got a nice long letter from you tonite.  Made my day.  So now I’ll answer it and maybe make your day soon.

Hey, that’s great news about our bills being nearly paid!  And nearly $500 in the bank!  When the bills are all paid off at the end of next month – then we can really save.  We should be able to hit $1600.  That would be nice.  I’ve got nearly $300 over here, but most of that will go for your china, Xmas presents, and (if I decide we can afford it) a stereo tape set.

By the way, I finally got a line on your china.  I sent in for a catalogue on it. I looked thru one of another guy’s, and they didn’t have any of the four you sent me listed (same brand).  They did have some mighty fine looking stuff tho, so I’ll use the ones you sent me as a guide when picking one.

I’m glad your hair is getting so long – I have a feeling I’m really going to groove on it.  Like when it’s spread out all over the bed.  And I think that red hair bit sounds good.  But, like you said, not bright red.  Just reddish.

I don’t know if I’ll have my mustache when I get home or not.  It’s a pain having one and not being able to see it.  But I’ll tell you what – if you will send me some brown mustache wax, I’ll keep it.  But not unless.

I guess I’d best explain about those pictures on the wall.  They’re not mine – really.  They’re Mike E.’s, and they are pasted all across that end of the hootch.  I didn’t really think you would notice them – I was hoping you wouldn’t anyway.

This is later the same nite.  I just got back from the flick – “The Wrecking Crew” with Dean Martin.   Seems to me you mentioned it just after I got over here.

I guess I told you we couldn’t keep Joe.  Or any other pet but the dog.  By the way, his name is Short.

It’s raining again.  It rains for about half an hour to an hour three or four times a day.  From what I understand the monsoons (they haven’t really started yet) run thru January.  It’s still hot between showers, but nice and cool at night.

Yup, you’re a dirty old lady.  Stay that way – I like it.  And when I get back you can throw your flannel nightgown away, cause I’ll never let you wear it – or anything else.  And you’re going to have to get used to going without a bra again.  Best start practicing.

It’s about 11:30 now.  At ten a guy came in and said we had a maintenance meeting at the theater.  I just about didn’t go cause it was on our own time, but finally decided to see what was going on.  Anyway, it was free beer.  Captain T. and Mr. P., our maintenance officers were buying.  So now I’m feeling pretty good.  And I’m tired too.  So I’ll close and go to bed.

But before I do I’ve got to tell you I love you.  That’s what my letters are all about.  I love you Rita.  And I will for the rest of my life.

I love you!



So I’m guessing this is the dog.  It’s the only picture of my dad, a dog, and Vietnam in the same photo, so there you go.

This letter is the sexiest one he’s written so far and I’m rather happy it is.  As I’ve gotten older and now have kids, it’s less distasteful to think of my parents as having been sexual people.  When we were younger well all did each other a favor and just didn’t think about it, but I’m glad they were writing hot little notes to each other, because I think it reflects on a healthy relationship.  Or at least an aspect of one.

And that’s nice.

Also, anyone who wants to see The Wrecking Crew in its full glory, you can find it here.  Warning: it’s Dean Martin in his later years and, true to late 1960’s style, he makes an attempt at “kung fu.”  Dean Martin is probably the least kung fu person on the planet, so make of it what you will. Rumor has it the fight choreography was by Bruce Lee, which would be like Mozart composing a virtuoso violin piece for a 6th grader.

Wednesday, September 10, 1969.  Camp Evans, Vietnam.


Hi Love,

I was planning on writing the folks tonite, but I’d rather write you.  Right now we’re listening to a tape a bunch of guys made a couple nights ago.  I was on guard duty so I didn’t get in on it.  They were drunk at the time and tried to tape some songs.  It’s really good.  I don’t know what people would do around here if we couldn’t get drunk once in a while.

In the letter I got from you tonite you said you had gone to the fair “again.”  I never knew about the first time!  Now I’m trying to figure out if you forgot to mention it, or if I’m missing a letter.

You’re right, I’m one card ahead of myself.  At least I’m sending a card at the end each week for the week ahead.  I figured you’d get them about the right time.  Guess I was wrong, but I think I’ll keep it up.  It’s easier than trying to figure out which one to send when.  But we’re not half thru the deck yet – the next one will be one half.  As far as days go, today’s the 10th I’ve got 193 days at the wake-up.  That’s official.

Who’s Jean S.?  When you whip some of these names with just initials for last names, I get lost.

Your shape doesn’t need any improvement from what I remember of it.  Unless there’s been a drastic change since then, and I doubt that.

I’ve got a couple of Screaming Eagle papers and an ARMY Reporter I’ll send tonite in another envelope.

Tonite I saw old Presley in “Charro.”  I don’t know if you’ve seen it or not.  It would have been a good flick if I could have taken him seriously in a western, but I just can’t.

It’s late now Reet, and I’m heading to bed.  Good night Reet.  I love you!



Tuesday, September 9, 1969.  Camp Evans, Vietnam.

Hi Honey,

It’s nearly eleven o’clock so this won’t be too long I’m afraid.  I’ve been working on my math all night, but I do want to get a letter off too.  It’s been a couple of days.  I’ve got some letters of yours to answer, and I’m really ashamed that I haven’t answered them sooner.  So here goes.

First of all, whaddaya mean we’re not adjusted to each other?  At least I’m adjusted to you.  It wasn’t hard to get used to having the gal I love around all the time, and being there when I got home, and washing my back in the shower.  Or a million other things.  Nope, wasn’t hard at all.  I do find it hard to get adjusted to being away from you tho.  But it makes it all worthwhile when I think of you waiting there for me when I return.  I love you Rita!

Guess I’d best slow down or I’ll go on like that all night.  So I’ll go on to what you said about waiting with our family.  I know how great kids could be for us – when we’re ready.  But for a while I don’t want you to be tied down with kids.  I want to be able to give you so much more than that.  Maybe that’s being self-centered, but I want you to myself for a while first.  I want to do things and go places with you.  I want to be with you and only you.  I love you too much to share you just yet.

Hey, I said I was going to get off that, didn’t I?  Okay, I’ll try again. How was Vicki’s wedding?  You never said a word about it – just about the hair dryer.  I figured you’d at least have something to say about the wedding.

You’re right, you haven’t sent me any pictures for a long time.  Sure would appreciate a couple dozen more!

Guess I’ve pretty much answered your letters, and since not much has been going on around here, I’m going to head for bed.

One question – when does college start again?  Your vacation must be about over, isn’t it?  I’ve been wondering since you haven’t said anything about it in your letters lately.

Also, would you tell me how much money we’ve got in the bank now?  After the end of next month that loan will be paid off and a hundred a month will go into savings, which will help.

Good nite Rita. I love you with all my heart.



P.S.  Yes, I’m ready for those midnite games – anytime!

I’m at mid-quarter already and going to take a week off to work. 

Back next Monday. 

Wednesday, September 4, 1969.  Camp Evans, Vietnam.


Hi Wife –

I’m pissed off!  I’m not going to get to have a monkey after all.  There are no more pets allowed in the unit.  That means everything has to go.  The dog will stay and be our official mascot (that’s the only way).  But I was looking forward to having a monkey, darn it all.

This is Saturday the 6th now, and the date up top should have been the 3rd, but I gained a day somewhere.  Anyway, I’m sorry I haven’t written for a few days, but things have been happening around here.

First off, we had an 18 hour stand down from 12 noon yesterday ‘til 6 this morning.  All that means is that nobody works and no ships fly – and it’s party time.

We were supposed to have a band and a strip show, but that fell thru. But we did have plenty of free beer – 80 cases.  Everyone got pretty well looped.  When the beer was gone and the ice in the trailer it was in melted, we started throwing people in.  It started with just a few of the guys, but before it was over all the officers and NCO’s had gone in, including Major Miller and the first shirt.  When most the water had been splashed out the beer baths started.  By supper time people were passed out everywhere – on top of bunkers and on the ground and in the road.  But everyone had a good time.

Today when we had to go back to work there were a lot of people who were hurting.  Hope we can do it again tho.  It was the first stand down we’ve had in six months, and most units get a three day stand down every couple months at least.

In the letter I got from you tonite you asked how long your letters have been taking.  Well, the letter tonite took three days – a record.  Most take 4-6 days tho.  And it’s not unusual to get your latest letters before some older ones.

Right now LZ Sally, which is about five miles from here, is getting hit hard by Charlie.  There’s about three companies of NVA roaming around raising hell, and they’re expecting us to get hit any time in the next three days.  They’ve said this before and it never happens, so I feel pretty safe.  We may catch a few rounds but that’s no sweat.  All you do then is lose sleep.  However, I’ve lost enough of that in the last few days, so I think I’ll hit the sack now.

I’ve still got three letters of yours I haven’t really answered.  I’ll try to get that done tomorrow if we don’t have to work all day.  Sure hope we don’t.

I love you Rita.  The words don’t sound like much, but they mean one heck of a lot.  I love you!



LZ mean Landing Zone.  LZ Sally was a small base that housed (and was base for) air missions into enemy territory.  The map below shows both Camp Evans (top left, where dad was stationed) and LZ Sally (where the attacks from the North Vietnamese Army were taking place).  The map below was posted on LZSally.com.

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Here is a home movie put together by a former serviceman, Michael Elliott, stationed at LZ Sally.

Monday, September 1, 1969.  Camp Evans, Vietnam.


Hi Love!

We’ve got a new guy in our unit named Joe – he’s a monkey.  Really cool!  He gets so much attention that he gets excited tho, and he’s scratched a couple of guys.  The guy who got him has decided he doesn’t like the idea as much as did at first and wants to get rid of him.  So I’m going to take him.  Right now Joe’s down at a veterinary clinic for shots and observation for two weeks, but when he gets back it looks like he’ll be mine, unless the guy changes his mind.

So now our unit’s got a monkey, a dog, a cat, two chickens (one died) and a praying mantis.  I imagine an elephant is the next thing.

Today was a real nice day, cool for a change.  It was cloudy and sprinkled a bit and got rid of some of the damn dust. Then tonite it opened up and really started raining, and it’s been raining ever since – like you can’t see five feet out the door for the water.  But we needed it – we haven’t been able to get water for the last couple of days cause our water supply dried up.

The picture I’m sending with this was taken tonite (I hope I remember to put it in).  It kind of shows you a bit of our hootch, or at least my corner.  And if you look close you can even see my mustache.  It’s never showed up in a picture before.

So far this letter has taken me two hours for this little bit.  The problem is that there is some beautiful soft music being played on a big tape deck, and I just sit back and groove to the music and think about you.  I’m definitely going to get this stuff taped for our big set.  I’ve never heard most of it before coming over here, but I want to listen to it again when I’m with you.

Now it’s even more romantic, cause we just lost our electricity.  I’m writing by candle light.  It’s still raining cats and dogs, and our whole battery area looks like a lake.  Or maybe I should say like a river.  We’re on the side of a hill and our hootch is at the bottom.  It wouldn’t surprise me a bit if we get washed away tonite. But who cares, as long as the beer holds out?

The writing by candle light isn’t the best, so I’m going to knock off.  It sure would be nice if you were with me tho.  Rain on the roof and candlelight.  It’s really a beautiful setting.  Especially if you’re with the one you love.  And I love you Rita, with all my heart!

Your Love Is My Life,


P.S. We just got hit, and had to go wading out to our bunker which has two feet of water on the floor.  Loads of fun.  This is going to get more common as the monsoons and bad weather comes around and the ships can’t get up.

I’m dying to know what music he was listening to at the time.  Was it Pink Floyd? The Doors?  It’s killing me.

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I’m attaching a photo that could be the one he’s referring to, but I doubt it.  If you were to squint just right though, you might just see the slightest trace of a mustache.  And as this is the ONLY photo I have where this peach fuzz is visible, I post it here.

Not gonna lie, it reminds me more than a little of the ‘stache on this guy:

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August 30(?), 1969.  Camp Evans, Vietnam.


Link to part 2 (16:20).

The 2nd tape was skipped, but I thought naming this one #3 would mess with people, so it is going to be called 2, even though it isn’t.  Please direct all questions to someone else.

August 30(?), 1969.  Camp Evans, Vietnam.


Link to part 1 (11:10).

He spends a bit of this tape rehashing some stuff from his last letter, plus a few extra thoughts.   Somewhere near the end of this side of the tape it seems like he recorded over a previous letter or reversed the tape or something…  or it was a demon trying to get through into our world.

Or something.

There are actually three parts to this audio tape, but the entire second one sounds like a scene from Twin Peaks.  We’re going to skip it, I think.

Friday, August 29, 1969.  Camp Evans, Vietnam.


Hi Love,

I’ve got two letters from you to answer, but I’m afraid it won’t get done tonite.  I’ll start on them tho.

I’ve been working on my Algebra again tonite.  Started right after supper and just quit – it’s 9:30.  That’s the way it’s been for the last three nights, and I’m only about half done with the first lesson.  Never studied so hard in my life!

First off I guess you’d best apologize to Nancy for me about the mix up in names.  Must be your writing, huh?  That’s the best excuse I can think of at the time.

You’d best warn her that Kim may try to blow her mind with his letters.  He got a kick out of hers and wrote back the same nite he got it.  Just be sure she takes it with a grain of salt.

I know that no one else has much trouble getting R&R’s, but they’re not in our unit either.  If something’s going to get fouled up it will happen here.  But in our unit married people don’t get first shot at Hawaii.  They go by the date arrived in-country.  That’s why each month anyone who got here before me gets ahead of me on the list, even if it’s only two days.  I’ll agree that it doesn’t seem fair, but that’s the way it is.

Yes, there are pamphlets of China around – if you can get to a PX that has them.  Our PX doesn’t even have shoe polish.  We’re out in the sticks, Honey, and don’t have all this stuff available.  When I did get to a decent PX down at Vung Tau, they were out.  But I’ll keep trying.

You keep telling me to say hi to Clay for you, but I can’t.  I’m sure I told you (twice that I remember) that he was transferred to a unit at Phu Bai.  I stopped and saw him on any way to Vung Tau, and he came up here once.  That’s all I’ve seen of him for 2 months or more now.

You asked where Camp Eagle is.  Well, it’s near Phu Bai – does that tell you anything?  It’s south of Hue, maybe 15 miles (?) (not sure).  We’re maybe 15 miles northwest of Hue.  That’s about all I can tell you except that it’s a good sized place.  Evans is actually considered a fire base more than a camp.

It’s late so I am going to get to bed.  Wish I was going there with you to try some of your “hit and miss.”  It’s been a long time since we’ve been able to share each other that way.  But we will again, and when that day comes it will be worth it!

I love you Rita!


Lots of links to locations and terms in this one, just to jog your memory if you’ve forgotten.

Also, I don’t know what “hit and miss” means, but it sounds dirty.

Wednesday, August 27, 1969. Camp Evans, Vietnam.


This is going to be short cause I have one hell of a headache. And I’ve got to write the folks tonite.  I haven’t written them for close to two weeks.  That’s getting kind of bad.

I got my Algebra course last nite.  I was on guard then so I didn’t get at it until tonite.  It’s going to be tough, I can tell that already.  But it’s kind of fun for a change.

Dave D. had a little girl yesterday morning, 5 lbs 14 ozs.  Hope he gets the word down at Vung Tau.  That makes four girls and a boy born this month.

I’ve got a birth announcement from Gail and Steven.  I want to drop them a line if I can.  But I can hardly find the time to write my wife and folks, so I’m not sure I’ll get it done.

I had to buy a new watch today.  Mine gave up the ghost.  I took it apart and fixed it once, but it was so corroded from the humidity here that I didn’t figure it would last long.  And there’s no place to get them fixed here.

Anyway, I bought a Seiko for $22.  It’s a good looking watch and a lot cheaper here than in the states.  It’s really going to leave me short on dough this next month, but I can’t stand to be without a watch.  (I had to borrow some of it from Bill L.).

Today a Sp5 names Denny E.,  whose been with the unit since Bragg, left for the states.  He’s getting out, the lucky dog.  He was one happy guy this morning.  A couple of days and he’s a civilian.

Bill is taking his R&R in November.  He’s just about assured of getting Hawaii since he came over with the advanced party.  He’s already making plans.  He’s also talking about extending for six over here, so he won’t get sent over again.  He’s got about 18 months left when we get back to the states.  What he’d really like tho is an assignment in Germany.

Well, Honey, I’d best close.  Just remember I love you with all my heart, and always will.  Good night Rita.

All My Love,


You can decide whether you want to click on the link below (it’s 5MB pdf file), but it will take you to the 1969 Seiko watch catalogue.

And it’s awesome.

Jeff and Rita on her 17th Birthday


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