Postmark August 23, 1967.  Denver, Colorado.

1:30pm Wed.

Hi Honey,

I found one more piece of paper so I can send you another short note.  Haven’t got around to getting anymore yet.

Went up to IBM this morning.  Had the interview and took a couple of tests.  Now it’ll be a week or so before I find out if I have a job or not.  They sure go through a lot of crap before they’ll hire you.  They don’t have computer training and such there, but I might get on in production.  This damn waiting is driving me nuts — I haven’t been sure of anything for weeks now.

If IBM falls through I’m going to look around a little more for a real good job, and if nothing comes up real quick like — to hell with it.  If I have to take a grub job I may as well get one back home where at least I’ll get to see you.  Maybe even go back to school next semester.  I wish to hell I knew.

You know, I kind of miss school already.  Not school itself but things connected with it, especially the choir.  Wish I could go to that stuff without going to class.  That would be great.

I was going to stay in Boulder this P.M. and go swimming, but I thought I might get a letter from you so I came home.  No letter.  I got one from Dex though, a real long one… almost ¾ of a page.  That’s pretty good for him.  I’ll write him one of these days if I get around to it.  Say, that something you could do for me if you would.  I don’t remember D.A.’s address — its 16th Ave. but that’s all I know.  It’s in the phone book so send it to me some time, okay?  I’d like to write him.

I tried to see Pastor Madsen yesterday but they’re out of town on vacation.  I think I’ll go to his church this Sunday though.  He’ll be back by Thursday.  Mom’s been yelling at me to go to church anyway.

I’m going to change sheets on the beds now.  I’ve also got to pay the rent.  Ouch!  I’ve paid it for the last couple weeks now.  Next week Bob’s going to have to start supporting us because by then I’ll be broke.  Pretty close anyway.  I’ll write more later, and I even found another piece of paper.  So long for now —

3:30 — hi, I’m back.  I’m pissed off too.  Don’t know why — just everything in general I guess.  It’s hotter than blue blazes in here and almost no breeze.  Hope it’s this warm over labor day.  I’ve got a swimming date then, don’t I?  Sure hope so.

Now I’m feeling better.  Just thinking of you helps more than you know.  The calendar even moved since yesterday.  Just hope I can afford to make it back.  I’m coming whether or not I can afford it, but it would be nice not to be broke when I got there.  Then we couldn’t even get to the all-night show.  Hope it doesn’t come to that!

Sure wish you could come out here some time.  We could go into the mountains and get lost for a couple of days.  That would be great, just you and me.  I think I’d like that.  There are so many things I want to do with you when I can.  Mostly I’d just like to be near you more often.

Do you remember when I said I felt that if I didn’t take off like I wanted to that I’d probably be sorry someday?  Well, I’m glad I did.  But now I’m starting to feel that I’m missing an awful lot by doing it.  You said some things that made me realize it was to my advantage to leave, but I hope things don’t change again the longer I’m away.  That’s what I’m afraid of now.  The more I think about that the more I’m tempted to come back before I lose you.  I just love you too much, that’s my problem.

You know something?  With any other girl I’ve ever known I could say “to hell with her” anytime I wanted and just forget it.  I just couldn’t do that with you.  Sometimes I think I’d be a lot better off if I could, but I can’t and I don’t want to.  Boy, you’ve really got something to make me change all my ideas on this.  I’m glad too.

I love you, R.  I can’t think of anything else to say except that because that’s all I can think of, I love you.  I’m going crazy not being able to talk to you like I used to and do things with you.  A month of labor days wouldn’t be enough now for me to tell you how I feel.  I love you!

Gotta cut the crap.  It must be getting old by now.  I’m going to the park and pick up my big check.  If I’m lucky I’ll get enough to pay a weeks rent.  Then gotta pick up Bob.  Take it easy, honey —

Love you,