December, 1958

Dear Joe,

Thanks for the letter. Never thought you'd answer, but I'm glad you did. No—the job isn't very interesting, but it was really the only one I could get there. I'm keeping my ears open-if you hear of something good, let me know.

To be honest, though, I haven't had much luck with the chicks. I went down to the Museum a few times took one of those night art courses, but either everybody is married or they won't even look at you. Anyway, I still haven't got my car, so that may hold me up. I don't need one to get to work, so I thought I'd do better to pay off my school loan. I did buy a hi-fi, though. A good one, too.

Well, that's all from here, so far, oh, yeah, I thought maybe I'd do a little extra work, nights. If I can get maybe four or five part-time clients, then I should be able to pick up a few bucks-right-and then, oh, boy. Well-see you.

Jack

May, 1959

Dear Joe,

Too bad about getting drafted. Oh, well, I can sleep better, knowing you're out there defending me. Seriously, though, I sort of envy you. I got my papers in January, but I didn't pass the physical. I was sort of hoping I'd get to go in—yeah, I know, I got rocks in my head (maybe that's why they rejected me—they figured anybody who wanted to go in was nuts!). But really, I thought it might do me some good-sort of a shock treatment, but anyway I thought maybe I'd gain a little in -well, self-confidence, I guess.

Old Crummy down at the office has been riding me again. Hell—I do all his work as it is, and the old goat wouldn't even give me a raise. You know, Joe-I'm not a paranoid-people really do pick on me! Well, sometimes, it sure looks like it. I felt like telling him where to stick it but I didn't-as usual.

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