Note: Charles was a nickname for my mother. I'll give the story later.


Feb 5, 1961


Dear Charles,

Thank you so much for writing. I am still on the tread mill. I am as lonely as you. Thank you for the perfume. How lucky we are to be who we are. I know not what to say. (I am reading Shakespeare again and this new twist of language I cannot help)

What stupid thing this would be by itself, alone. It is such a long way, do not be dissapointed at June week, for it is very formal.

Charles - always grow deeper and broader - be young - be happy and sad and dont get caught in by false people living fake lives - be genuine and honest and full of life - the way you are.

Yours-
Michael