Postmark August 19, 1967.  Denver, Colorado.

Fri. afternoon

Hi Fuzz –

Hey, what’s the deal here?  You should be getting lots of letters – like one every other day at least.  I know I sent one Friday… or is that the one I took three days to write?  If it was I sent it Mon. morn so you should have gotten it Tues. I think.  Anyway I’m sorry if there was a slight lapse in there.  I’ll try not to let it happen again.  I just wonder if you’re getting all the letters I send you.

I got your card.  I got a good chuckle out of it too.  “Thank goodness” is the way I feel about it, even if you do wish you were a boy once in a while (like once a month!).  You remember in my last letter (yesterday’s) I said I hope to know more about my job situation today.  Well as usual I know even less today.  I called the IBM office this morning instead of driving all the way up there.  Good thing to the earliest they could schedule an interview would be Wed.  Fine.  So then I went to talk to Sue at Wards. I told her I’d like to talk to IBM before accepting at Wards.  Fine.  If I wanted I can still take it later if it’s open.  She said she tried to hold it open but couldn’t promise.  I could still get in another dept. when there is an opening if it isn’t.

So – now I’m not working until Wednesday at least.  If I were like Bob I’d bomb back to home to see you, but he needs the car to get to work and we are not in a financial position to do that every two weeks.  Sure wish I could though.

Gotta go pick up Bob pretty quick.  Have to write a letter to the folks and to H. tonite too.   I’ll get that chore over with and then relax and enjoy writing yours, okay? Okay, see you in a little while.

Well, now I can enjoy my favorite pass time.  We ate supper, did dishes, and I took a bath and washed my hair now.  So I’ll do a little more writing before I hit the sack.  Writing to you is better than a bedtime story.

Tomorrow morning I’m going to go to a place advertising for temporary construction workers.  Can’t sit around when I could have some money coming in.  Wednesday sure seems a long way off now.  I hope I’m not making a mistake by not taking that Wards job right now.  I don’t think so, but I can’t help wondering.  It sure is going to create some problems.

I wrote the folks and H. already tonight.  Got to get that car fixed – finally.

Bob hasn’t gotten a letter from Ruth for several days now, and I think he’s wondering what the deal is.  If you see her give her the broad hint, okay?  She’s probably got one in the mail by now though.

Oh yeah, The Monkeys are here in Denver tonight.  Big deal.

There’s a girl at Bob’s store named Vicki.  I don’t remember if I mentioned here before.  She’s just as much of a nut as Bob, and when those two get together, boy… well, you know how Bob is.  He hasn’t changed any either.

You know something?  You sent me sixteen letters (including the card) since I left, and used $1.96 worth of stamps.  Interesting, huh?  Well don’t stop.  Bob, Ruth, you and I are keeping the post office in business.  What would they do without us?

R., in my last letter I said I meant it the first time I ever said I loved you.  I meant it.  But as for being a passing thing, I guess I didn’t know about that then.  I’ll tell you again, like I told you the night before I left, that it was when I met you in S.F. after you came back from seeing Dale that I knew I never want to lose you.  Don’t ask me why, but it was then I knew I’d always love you, whether or not it was returned.  And I always will, no matter what.  I know that for sure.

Wish I were there to tell you in person, but I still wouldn’t know how to express myself.  It’s just not possible, yet I feel so helpless when I can’t put it into more than those three big words.  But I hope you understand without those impossible words.  If anyone could, you would.

Going to stop now.  Remember: I love you.  And I miss you so much it hurts.  I guess anyone would miss a person as wonderful as you, and for someone as lucky as me, it’s that much worse.  I love you honey.

Yours forever!