My dearest friend,
Wouldn’t know it I find myself in a bus depot. Given that the last time I made this trip you were with me, I find myself rather lonely.
I have about five unsent letters for you, but I am going to skip them. They are mostly unfinished and mostly crappy little fragments—I so desperately wanted to capture, properly capture how wonderful it was to see you in New York at the end of May. After all this time you finally came down and honest it meant so much to me. And those sandwiches. Cubanos ! Perfection. But you know I have had a hard time putting to words what was so easy to live. I’ll try again later and save those stories for when we compile and publish our grand correspondence... the Toronto-New York Letters: Extended Edition now with never before read material.Read More