Dear Greenjeans,
Hope all’s well out there on the North Dakota prairie. I wish you had left Bob the cat here to keep me company. Things have been pretty quiet around the Blackstone. Going to school, going to work. Gary’s had a pretty big boner lately. Prissy came back to work. We’ve been hanging out at Williams eating peanuts, drinking Leinenkugel’s and wishing you were here. J. F. Skinner stopped by with a new girlfriend last night and we spent a couple hours painting wild colors on top of old black and white pictures of buildings in downtown Minneapolis. Smize and I climbed in an open window on the back of the old Leamington Hotel and we found a pile of old books full of black and white plates. I’m not sure taking a scissors to them and painting on them is the best use of historical materials like this, but what can I say? I’m a heathen, a vandal and a thief. I found this card on the floor in what Smize thinks must have been the presidential suite. Pretty cool. The old Leamington doesn’t look like that anymore. I guess there going to blow it up pretty soon, but there’s still at least one room with a light on down on the first floor. We peeked in on a fat security guard in there watching a little portable television. That’s when we decided it was safe to break in and have a look around. Everybody misses you down here in the cities. Hope your entertaining yourself up there. Drop us a line some time and give me a call if you swing through for the holidays.
see ya,
Nokohaha
