Dear Friends: Thanks to so many of you
who wrote to me asking WHERE YOUR OVERHEAD WAS.
You didn’t drop off the list. I did.
And I decided, for non-specific reasons,
Not To Kill Steve.
THE STORY NOW:
The word Date seems so otherworldly, from another era
entirely, when men wore Canoe.
Steve called Naomi the next morning, using the ancient Telephone Method
(can any of us imagine a pre-cell universe.) She was surprised
because he called Early. She Was Up.
How about tonight? said Steve.
Why wait to see if we Actually Like One Another.
OK said Naomi, although she had planned
to try a Meditation Center. But it didn’t take
much convincing otherwise. She was not
The Meditation Type.
Im so glad that you didn't kill Steve
I am on I 78 in New Jersey (someone else is driving) but smell Canoe anyway