All those people he mentions at the end of the letter?  I have no idea who any of them are so don’t worry if you don’t.

Postmark, August 21, 1967.  Denver, Colorado.

Mon. noon

Hi Beautiful,

Okay, sit down, take your shoes off, prop your feet up, and relax.  I’ve got a feeling this is going to be a long, long letter.  At least I’ve got a lot to say if I can remember it all.

I got a letter from you Saturday and one today.  Too bad they don’t deliver on Sunday because I’d sure like to get one every day.  I sure do look forward to them.

Bob finally got a letter from Ruth today.  The last one he got was last Tuesday I think.  That’s a long time to look for a letter and I think it was just about killing him, especially when I get letters from you and nothing for him.  He’ll feel better now.

Finally got the specs, huh.  Can’t wait to see them on you.  I’m sure they’ll look just great, although they may take some getting used to.

I really enjoy  working at Lakeside.  The pay isn’t too good but it’s fun.  And people are the most interesting creatures in the world to watch.  Last night one man brought his little girl in for a ride.  It was her birthday, she was about 10 or 11.  He had to drive for her because she had cerebral palsy.  We (the other guy working there and I) went out of our way to help them.  There must have been a hundred people waiting to ride but we made them wait while we let the man and girl in ahead of them.  Then we let them ride for as long as they wanted.  She was having a regular blast.  An hour or so later they came back again.  Looked like she was having a birthday party she’d really remember.

I also enjoy watching all the broads girls running around in their miniskirts.  Makes it a very attractive place to work.  I met one girl Saturday night after I got off.  I was waiting in front of the park for Bob, and some boys were giving her a hard time.  They were in a car.  She yelled something to them about calling the cops, so I walked over to see what was going on.  She said she was at the park with her niece, and that those guys had grabbed her and tossed her in their car.  They had said they were going to take her right home.  She took down their license number and kind of car in case they hadn’t.  (They were drunk)

Well last night I saw her again, so I asked about her little niece.  She started laughing and pointed to the girl with her.  Her little niece was 18 and anything but little.  If I had known what she was like I would have gotten some information such as name, address, and telephone number (no, not really).  The drunks had taken her home though.

In your last letter (#17, I got #18 today) you said something that really meant a lot.  You said if I asked you to marry me now you’d say “yes.”  R., I wish I could.  You don’t know how much I want to ask you that and hear that one word.  If I were in a position to offer you a good life I’d be asking you right now.  Someday I will.

No, I guess I never have told you my plans for the future.  Probably because I don’t really have any definite plans.  If it weren’t for you I’d be happy that way, but because of you I want to make plans for the future – and I hope and pray it will be our future.  It does include more college though, because out of here I’ve learned how much even one year of college helps.  That’s something for you to think about too.  You might seriously consider going two years instead of the one you plan on.  It sure wouldn’t hurt.

That sketch of the room – you have to remember that it shows only two of the five walls in that one room.  Yes, we have a five walled room.  The wall the fireplace is in sits at an angle across one corner.  When I drew that I was sitting in an overstuffed chair.  And we do have a lot of stuff sitting around.  No rugs, but a dresser and mirror, and ironing board, a couple more chairs,  and a mess of newspapers where Bob threw them.  I’ll describe the other room some other time, okay?

You said you never wrote 13 letters in one month before.  Do you realize that I’ve never written 15 letters in my entire life before?  Well… not many more than that anyway.  Yes, I agree, it does make a lot of difference who you’re writing to.

You don’t know how you manage such things, huh?  I mean like with B.  Well, I can tell you.  Any guy just talking to you for a while just can’t help wanting to see you again.  There’s something so alive and so naturally friendly about you.  I can’t blame them one bit, either.  You have a way of making a guy feel important without trying to run his life.  You’re just great, that’s all.

I got a letter from mom today.  Dad took my Poncho into the shop to have it fixed before they went on vacation, so it should be okay now.  Before I knew this I wrote Higgs and told him they were going to bring it in there.  He’ll be wondering what’s up when they don’t.  Tough bounce.

I’m going to knock off for a while.  I’ve got to go check on getting Colorado license plates today.  More later.

Okay, it’s later now. Much later in fact – like about 4:00.  Went down and checked on plates and then started cleaning the room in doing the dishes etc.  The floors were so bad I ended up borrowing a mop from the manager and mopping the whole damn place.  Looks a lot better now.

I just turned the radio on for the first time today.  I forgot all about it before now.  That’s unusual.

I don’t go for this working at night and not having much to do during the day.  Actually I’ve got plenty to do – but you know how it is.  When I think about going to work later I don’t feel like doing much now.

Can’t wait till we get some money so we can move to another apartment.  This one is nice enough but boy!  — sure gets noisy at times.  Wish I could go to work now.  I’m tired of sitting around, and I just now sat down.  Two hours till Bob gets off.  Can’t afford to go driving around.  I’d go nuts if I couldn’t write to you.

I’m sitting here with those for snapshots of you in front of me.  Wish to hell I was with you now.  Sure could use a big kiss to cheer me up.  Heck, just seeing you would do that, but I’d still like that kiss.  Sure has been a long time.

I really like that picture I took of you in my car after the Raiders concert.  That big smile and your bright eyes really turn me on.  That picture is just the way I think of you.  And the one in Texas, and the one in bed, and the one in your car.  I love them all, but especially the subject!  She’s the most wonderful gal in the world and I love her very much.

Sorry to hear G. is having such a tough time.  Hope she gets out of there real quick like.  I’ve got a feeling, though, that T. will give me quite a bit of competition over Labor Day.  He and I just may not get along.

Say, if your brother is home how did things go with him and T.Y.?  Not too bad, I hope.

Well, I’ve got to get cleaned up and go pick up Bob pretty quick.  Remember how much I love you and keep meeting the mailman.  I’ll try to keep him busy.

Take it easy, hon.