May 11, 1963

dear roger,

i have awful news. wendy’s family is moving to missouri! i finally got the courage to tell her i’d be in arizona for the summer and she was like “that’s okay.” i was so relieved. but then she said “because i’m moving to missouri.” i was like what! i asked her when she was leaving and she said “next week.” i was like WHAT! it’s going to be okay though because she still likes me and everything. (do you know how close missouri is to phoenix arizona? i don’t know if i’ll even have a bike at dad’s place though.)

and you probably know this already, but i really had a great time with you in indiana. the pasta with butter and cheese you made us was so good. i will have to get the recipe from you sometime. but now that i’ve seen indiana, new york seems so boring! i don’t think there would be anybody as rotten and stupid as mitch in indiana.

only a few more weeks of school and then i’m off to phoenix arizona! honestly i am a little terrified.

sincerely,

richard

 

Add to FacebookAdd to DiggAdd to Del.icio.usAdd to StumbleuponAdd to RedditAdd to BlinklistAdd to TwitterAdd to TechnoratiAdd to Yahoo BuzzAdd to Newsvine

Advertisements
Published in: on December 10, 2010 at 5:57 pm  Leave a Comment  

April 20, 1963

dear mom,

i am a little bit worried about roger. he’s living in one of the nicest places on earth (indiana) and still he doesn’t seem all that happy. his clothes have food stains all over them and it looks like he hasn’t shaved in a long time. honestly, he smells kind of bad now too. we’re doing some fun stuff here but mainly he just wants to sit around his apartment and read. so he sits in one chair and i sit in another, both of us reading and not saying anything. and the book he picked out for me to read is awful. it’s called “little dorrit” and i hate it. it’s really long and the story is just so boring. i would rather read a restaurant menu honestly. i tell roger i’m loving it though because charles dickens who wrote the thing is pretty much his favorite.

i do love indiana though. it’s different here, just like roger said. i’m not sure how but it is. it might smell different i think. i feel like i could buy a house here when i grow up maybe. how much would that cost do you think?

i’m taking the bus home tomorrow, so make sure you come and get me! please don’t let mitch pick me up with his truck.

sincerely,

richard

 

Add to FacebookAdd to DiggAdd to Del.icio.usAdd to StumbleuponAdd to RedditAdd to BlinklistAdd to TwitterAdd to TechnoratiAdd to Yahoo BuzzAdd to Newsvine

Published in: on December 8, 2010 at 7:22 pm  Leave a Comment  

April 8, 1963

Dear Richard,

I am absolutely delighted that you will be with me here in the fine state of Indiana in but a few days. When I read your letter I confess my mouth nearly fell agape! And my mouth never falls agape, Richard, so know that you truly shocked me.

Our time together will be grand: we will talk about important things and drink fine sodas and I will cook for us. It will be unforgettable. And your slogan for Indiana was good, I think — a bit literal for my taste, but certainly outstanding for your age. My suggestion, if you’re willing to hear it: “So cold, so orchid. So Indiana.” A minor change but I think an important one. (If you end up using that for a class I would like you to mention that I played at least an advisory role. Plagiarism is a serious offense, Richard, and I fear already that you’re taking it lightly.)

Regarding Wendy, my advice is still the same: get rid of the poor girl and focus on more significant things — Dickens, the theater of the absurd, wine. (I realize that you’re too young to drink, but I think you may still enjoy, and benefit substantially from, reading about wine culture, especially that of southern France. Many consider Indiana to be the “southern France” of America.)

I genuinely am excited for our week together, little brother.

Safe travels,

Roger

 

Add to FacebookAdd to DiggAdd to Del.icio.usAdd to StumbleuponAdd to RedditAdd to BlinklistAdd to TwitterAdd to TechnoratiAdd to Yahoo BuzzAdd to Newsvine

Published in: on December 8, 2010 at 5:59 pm  Leave a Comment  

April 2, 1963

dear dad,

of course i’ll live with you this summer! cheap burritos and a swimming pool right down the block? phoenix arizona sure sounds great. (what is a burrito? i think i know but i want to make sure.) and don’t worry about putting me in a rough spot. i just felt bad for you when mom was yelling like that! it sort of made my skin crawl too i think.

the apartment looked really nice in your photos. i liked my room the best! although will there be furniture in it? not that i’m saying it needs to have furniture in it or anything, i’m just wondering. i almost like it better without furniture i think. although having furniture would be really nice. either way, i love it!

i’m going to visit roger in indiana over easter. isn’t that amazing? “so cool, so different. so indiana.” i made that up.

sincerely,

richard

 

Add to FacebookAdd to DiggAdd to Del.icio.usAdd to StumbleuponAdd to RedditAdd to BlinklistAdd to TwitterAdd to TechnoratiAdd to Yahoo BuzzAdd to Newsvine

Published in: on December 8, 2010 at 5:07 pm  Leave a Comment  

March 28, 1963

dear roger,

as it turns out, it looks like i’ll be living with dad in phoenix arizona this summer. i’m so excited i think! dad sent me some pictures of his apartment including the room i’ll be sleeping in. it looked kind of good i guess although there was no bed or furniture in it. hopefully i won’t be sleeping on the floor! no i’m joking that would be okay i guess. i’m a little scared to tell wendy i won’t be around this summer. do you think she’ll break up with me? i’m thinking maybe i can just not tell her and hope she doesn’t notice i’m gone. and thanks for warning me about the boys dipping dinners. i’m a little scared about them now because in the picture dad took of his kitchen i saw big bottles of ketchup, mayo, and ranch on the counter. hopefully it was just a coincidence.

and i have good news! i told mom i wanted to visit you and she said around easter i could either go with her and phil to florida or i could go visit you in indiana. sorry i chose florida. just kidding i chose indiana! “so cool, so different. so indiana.” that’s a little slogan i came up with for indiana. roger, we’re going to have so much fun there. i can’t wait for easter!

sincerely,

richard

 

Add to FacebookAdd to DiggAdd to Del.icio.usAdd to StumbleuponAdd to RedditAdd to BlinklistAdd to TwitterAdd to TechnoratiAdd to Yahoo BuzzAdd to Newsvine

Published in: on December 8, 2010 at 4:48 pm  Leave a Comment  

March 17, 1963

Hey Richie,

I’m real sorry, kiddo. I know I shouldn’t have just showed up like that. I put you in a rough spot, and I feel pretty crummy about it. Things just aren’t going so great for me out here and I really wanted to see you. Halfway across the country I knew it was probably a blockheaded thing to do but I didn’t care. Boy was your mother mad, though! I never heard a woman talk like that before. Sort of made my skin crawl. She and I have had some good talks since then, though, and we decided that if you want to, you can come live with me in Phoenix for the summer. It’s always nice and sunny out here and there’s a great community swimming pool right down the block. I don’t want to pressure you to come or anything but I really could use some companionship right now and the burritos out here are so cheap and delicious I know you’ll love them. Can’t wait to see you again!

Love,

Dad

 

Add to FacebookAdd to DiggAdd to Del.icio.usAdd to StumbleuponAdd to RedditAdd to BlinklistAdd to TwitterAdd to TechnoratiAdd to Yahoo BuzzAdd to Newsvine

Published in: on December 7, 2010 at 9:42 pm  Leave a Comment  

March 15, 1963

Dear Richard,

I cannot believe that mom is allowing this Mitch boy to torment you like that. It is very unseemly. I may contact the Law department here at the university to see if any legal action is available to you.

I also cannot believe that dad made a surprise visit to the Northeast without coordinating anything with me or you beforehand. The man can be something of a dunderhead, I must say. Did he look like he was eating enough? I ask only because once, before you were born, mom took a trip with some friends, leaving dad to cook for the two of us: every night that week he made this abomination called the “boys’ dipping dinner,” where he’d set up a bunch of “dips,” if you can call them dips — ketchup, melted butter, mayonnaise, ranch dressing — and have us dip pieces of white bread in them. At the end of that week I felt hungrier and weaker than ever before in my entire life. But if dad says he makes cheeseburgers now, I’m sure he’s fine.

And yes, I’ll be here in Indiana throughout the summer, so I encourage you to visit whenever you like. Prepare yourself, though, for Indiana is a world of its own. Bring along no preconceptions about right, wrong, love, or food. I look very much forward to seeing you, little brother!

Yours,

Roger

 

Add to FacebookAdd to DiggAdd to Del.icio.usAdd to StumbleuponAdd to RedditAdd to BlinklistAdd to TwitterAdd to TechnoratiAdd to Yahoo BuzzAdd to Newsvine

Published in: on December 7, 2010 at 8:45 pm  Leave a Comment  

March 1, 1963

dear roger,

i’m going to be honest with you i didn’t break up with wendy. i like her a lot and i think i can be her boyfriend without giving up important things like epistemology. i hope you’re not too mad.

things have been kind of weird around here lately. dad came all the way from phoenix arizona to pay us a surprise visit, which mom did not care for at all. she told him to get the heck away from us and never come back. he said i’m his boy and he has a right to see me as much as she does. she called him a “fuckhead.” dad asked me to come with him, told me it was nice and warm in phoenix arizona, said he made cheeseburgers all the time at his new place. it all sounded so great, but i was too scared to go with him. i didn’t want to hurt mom’s feelings. since then, phil has been giving me these awful looks, like it’s my fault dad showed up or something. also, mitch (phil’s son) has started doing this thing where he waits until i fall asleep and then slaps me awake and farts on my head before i even know what happened. it is disgusting. i complained to mom about it but she didn’t really do anything.

i’d really like to come live with you in indiana, but i have school here and everything. maybe i could visit in the summer? everything sounds so different where you are, i love it. can’t wait to see you!

sincerely,

richard

 

Add to FacebookAdd to DiggAdd to Del.icio.usAdd to StumbleuponAdd to RedditAdd to BlinklistAdd to TwitterAdd to TechnoratiAdd to Yahoo BuzzAdd to Newsvine

Published in: on December 7, 2010 at 8:14 pm  Leave a Comment  

February 14, 1963

Dear Richard,

First off, let me say this: I fear that you are taking your schooling too lightly. Becoming educated is a privilege, a boon, not a chore. It is an absolute boon, Richard. I’m certain that Wendy would agree with me on the matter. Speaking of whom, I feel strongly that you should break up with Wendy immediately. It seems to me as if she is distracting you from every boy’s basic responsibilities: exceeding in school, being a dutiful son, and subjecting his core beliefs to intense philosophical scrutiny. Also, it sounds as if you could find a taller girl with a more interesting favorite subject if you were truly set on the idea of having a girlfriend.

I recently broke up with my girlfriend — she was not a robot, Richard, although with a heart like that she may as well have been — and I’m happier now than ever before. I have more time for epistemology, more time for horseplay with my classmates, and more time to indulge my creative self (I’ve begun a novel about a young renegade epistemologist whom the academy at once respects and fears — it is breathtaking). Breaking up with that girl was an absolute boon for me.

I am distressed to hear that you are eating fishsticks that Phil made. Why isn’t mom cooking for you? Are you okay living in that house? You could always live out here in Indiana with me. Things are very different here, as I may have mentioned. Please do let me know.

Love,

Roger

 

Add to FacebookAdd to DiggAdd to Del.icio.usAdd to StumbleuponAdd to RedditAdd to BlinklistAdd to TwitterAdd to TechnoratiAdd to Yahoo BuzzAdd to Newsvine

Published in: on December 7, 2010 at 6:13 pm  Leave a Comment  

January 28, 1963

dear roger,

it was really nice hearing from you. i do have a few questions about your letter though. you’re so smart now it’s hard to follow what you’re saying sometimes! when you said i’d learn about indiana in the coming years, what did you mean? did mom tell you she was moving us to indiana? should i start packing my things or no? and when you said you had “taken bed” with that electric girl, does that mean you stole a bed with her? because if that’s what you meant i think you left out an “a.” like, “i have taken a bed with a girl.” i think it’s so cool everyone’s hanging out with robots in indiana. and i’m not sure i really understand all the epistemology you were teaching me. so we can’t know anything? not even when we have to go to the bathroom? i guess i have had a few false alarms. can we even know epistemology then? my mind is definitely pretty much captivated i think!

things are okay at home i guess. mom and i moved in with phil and his son, who farts all the time on purpose. i pretty much can’t stand the guy. school is going alright but it definitely doesn’t captivate my mind the way epistemology does. i have a girlfriend now! her name is wendy, she’s 4’5”, and she’s very smart. her favorite subject is spelling. you two would probably have a lot to talk about. it’s dinner time now, so i’ve got to go. phil made fishsticks!

sincerely,

richard

 

Add to FacebookAdd to DiggAdd to Del.icio.usAdd to StumbleuponAdd to RedditAdd to BlinklistAdd to TwitterAdd to TechnoratiAdd to Yahoo BuzzAdd to Newsvine

Published in: on December 7, 2010 at 5:22 pm  Leave a Comment