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big on coats. The way I see it,
you wear your coat every day in the winter, so you might as well get a good
one. I also collect ball caps. I bought a Boston Red Sox cap on this last trip
and I’m going to go online and order a Patriots hat as well.
    One day I’m going to build a shelving unit to display all of
my hats on. I’m gonna build it with knotty pine and baseball bats. We’ll see if
I ever get it done.
    Mary is a sucker for old things: Chairs, plates, furniture,
pictures and picture frames; but I like new things—like houses and cars.
    When mom died she seemed to have at least a hundred pairs of
shoes. It was amazing to me. Mary picked through them and took the ones that
she wanted. She was the only one in the family that could fit into them because
they’re all size five—but Cinderella she’s not. :^)
    I was curious who your best friend is. Anyone I would know?
    You told me you thought it was odd that we “guys” get
together like we do. I thought it was kind of odd that you would say that. Our
friendships go long and deep. I met those guys all the way back in Jr. High,
and we have done much together over the many years. You see in high school, for
us, it was never about girls but only about friends. We did everything
together, in school and after: ball games, dances, basketball, etc. There were
a couple of years, when we were in our mid to late twenties, when we were all
newlyweds, that we would meet on the high school tennis courts every Saturday
morning at seven. We would play for hours. Girls were one thing, guys were
another. And Rand Liston, Dennis Bird, and Lon Moore (All of them your age.)
may have been even closer friends. After school we cruised everywhere together.
I have fond memories of those good old days.
    There is much that is different between you and I, but that
is what makes the world go around. It seems that I am a country mouse and you
are a city mouse. You wear high heels and I wear sneakers. I thought about you
often on the trip. There were several times a girl with long legs and high
heels walked the sidewalk in front of me. What else was I to think?
    Tonight, when I was at the grocery store, I noticed two
different tall women, and they were both delicious. One of them was “showing”
herself in the checkout line, if you know what I mean. Her fourteen year old
daughter was standing between us and she was totally oblivious to what her
mother was doing, but I knew, and the mother knew. The woman had a great body,
but just an average face. I’m a sucker for a body but not for a woman that acts
like that.
    A couple of weeks ago I was at a yard sale with my granddaughter.
There was a pretty little girl there, probably about twenty five years old I
would have guessed. I didn’t pay much attention until I heard another twenty
five year old girl call her mom, and that drew my interest. Then this five foot
little woman came up and answered a question I had. So the first thing she does
is press her soft little body up against mine. Why do women do things like
that? I couldn’t stop thinking about her for an hour. But my ten year old
little granddaughter was just as oblivious to what was going on there, as the
fourteen year old was about what was happening in the checkout line. Women! You
know?
    Do you have any pets? Just curious.
    And finally, it’s quite fun for me to talk to you. I want
you to know that. It’s funny how you can talk to some people and some others
you just can’t, even with e-mails. Anyway, you’re a fun girl, but you know that
already.
    And again, my heart goes out to you. Your pen pal, Levi

 
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    From Levi Stone
    Oct 21st
    Hi Callii, good luck with your art show today. I wish I
could have dropped by. We’re leaving at two o’clock for the wedding. It seems
that we have to help. I know you’re swamped right now with your son coming down
and everything.
    Hang tough, Levi

 
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    From Callii Wilson
    Oct 23rd
    Hello there and a happy Monday evening