Wednesday January 24, 1979

Dear Larry–

Pardon, please, a postcard; it was the prettiest thing I could find in my desk to write on, and I felt that you deserved better than dime-store stationary for my rather too business-like letter.

I was rather in a fog (sleep + alcohol) when you called– if indeed it wasn’t just a dream– and didn’t remember to report that I have nothing to report about your blazer. I haven’t had a chance to talk to the owner, though, and I feel that if there’s anything to know, he– rather than the mindless trichologists– with know it.

What can I say– on a postcard, anyway– about New Year’s Eve? It was a most auspicious beginning to what I hope will be a great year for us both. (I hope you ate some black-eyed peas to counteract the ill omen of the possible loss of your Y. St. L.) I feel very proud to have met, and interacted, you after all these years. Will you write?

Yours with affection,

Jim