I
returned Mark Van Volkinburg's call this morning. We chatted for about a half hour or so. Mark sounded very confident and assured. His voice indicates that he has gone through
a maturing process since the first couple years out of high school, a time when
we were still somewhat close. He did
experience some rough times in the early 1970s:
divorce, nervous breakdown. Mark
mentioned that he has read my letter repeatedly, an indirect compliment
praising my still developing writing skills.
I love hearing that type of feedback.
When I mentioned my present discontent with the situation at the
library, he mentioned the Library of Congress.
He also extended an invitation to visit him in D.C., an offer that I
would like to be able to accept within the next couple months. Whether I actually intend to follow through
or not, the seed has been planted. With
the move to Oshkosh, Barb and I agreed to share our living space for mutual
benefit. I could never directly make the
suggestion to Mark.
Until
3:30 or so I wrote letters to Grace and Tony, both of which remain
unfinished. During the late afternoon, I
walked downtown with my camera slung across my shoulder. I should have been using Kodachrome 64 film. I stopped at the library to copy down the
headlines in the Daily Nowhere that pertained to the Boerum case. These will be incorporated into Tony's
letter.
Cards
tonight. More of the usual
festivities. Even though I dearly love
the people I've grown close to here, I still need a change of scene.
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