Postcards Over The Edge 2
Mon 8.14.06
Bob,
Today t'was probably the exact date when you, Mark and I did the Tremain rapids.
I actually felt a twing of envy-jealousy-comparatve inadequacy when you mentioned
Mark's current options in life. Amazing story as he was an expatriot C.O. , he mastered a
new language and culture to become an advertising maven and highly successful
entreprenuer. It brought into stark relief my own current econmic insecurites as Mark
was the kid up the street, and I admit, Terry Boylan and I would hold up Mark to our derisive
comments for his bourgeos materialism.
I feel ambivalent about seeing my own pettiness and applaud Mark as really staying focused
and making all his dreams come true under very trying circumstances I am sure given the era
and the scary choices of the late Sixties.
Curious I have digressed here as that is not my intensions. Actually I appreciate your telling of the
tale dripping wet from the shower. Your narrative released the freeze frame from 1989 set back in
motion after we left the dance floor at Rosary Hill College twisting like we did last summer with
Kathy Brown and Susie Shoemaker. Gladly I feel I will always leave it at that.
Thank you for being there and reporting what you saw and felt. Gosh, maybe some pictures will
emerge. Thought it was cute that you + Debbie Wheeler had something special. And Barbara Freeman
lit a spark. That's the good stuff. After all, we were all meant to disperse to the four winds to find our
Fate. Always remarkable to hear about those who actually decided to stay behind.
Very happy you hooked up with your buds, OT and Dan and made the rounds as the 3 Musketeers.
Must tell you, Bob, if I seem somewhat off kilter is because my marriage has ended and the
first throes of the divorce are stabbing at my heart. You may know the feeling. A sense of loss and
failure, and shoring up the psyche for new unexpected twist and turns. It just hurts.
With time I'll recover and be more upbeat but I need to be candid with you I don't come across as a
phony. And like Holden Cauldfield, we don't like phonies.
Toss me into your thoughts and prayers to resume walking in the sunlight if the spirit.
All my best,
Rue Rue
Bob,
Today t'was probably the exact date when you, Mark and I did the Tremain rapids.
I actually felt a twing of envy-jealousy-comparatve inadequacy when you mentioned
Mark's current options in life. Amazing story as he was an expatriot C.O. , he mastered a
new language and culture to become an advertising maven and highly successful
entreprenuer. It brought into stark relief my own current econmic insecurites as Mark
was the kid up the street, and I admit, Terry Boylan and I would hold up Mark to our derisive
comments for his bourgeos materialism.
I feel ambivalent about seeing my own pettiness and applaud Mark as really staying focused
and making all his dreams come true under very trying circumstances I am sure given the era
and the scary choices of the late Sixties.
Curious I have digressed here as that is not my intensions. Actually I appreciate your telling of the
tale dripping wet from the shower. Your narrative released the freeze frame from 1989 set back in
motion after we left the dance floor at Rosary Hill College twisting like we did last summer with
Kathy Brown and Susie Shoemaker. Gladly I feel I will always leave it at that.
Thank you for being there and reporting what you saw and felt. Gosh, maybe some pictures will
emerge. Thought it was cute that you + Debbie Wheeler had something special. And Barbara Freeman
lit a spark. That's the good stuff. After all, we were all meant to disperse to the four winds to find our
Fate. Always remarkable to hear about those who actually decided to stay behind.
Very happy you hooked up with your buds, OT and Dan and made the rounds as the 3 Musketeers.
Must tell you, Bob, if I seem somewhat off kilter is because my marriage has ended and the
first throes of the divorce are stabbing at my heart. You may know the feeling. A sense of loss and
failure, and shoring up the psyche for new unexpected twist and turns. It just hurts.
With time I'll recover and be more upbeat but I need to be candid with you I don't come across as a
phony. And like Holden Cauldfield, we don't like phonies.
Toss me into your thoughts and prayers to resume walking in the sunlight if the spirit.
All my best,
Rue Rue