TO: La Chat Qui Rit

Did you say your Significant Other worked for Wayne Green. I think you did so that would put you/him/both of you in Peterborough aka Our Town, NH. Is that right? I can't remember his name but there was a novelist friend of Wayne Green's (I never met Wayne G. but I knew the friend) who had written a semi-successful book called "The Interns". It was transformed into a movie of the same name and he made more money than he had even had before. THen he got a call frm Hollywood. They wanted to make a sequel with the imaginative name, "The New Interns". They did not want him to do anything except to sign over the rights to the characters. In return for this, they would send a couple of trucks up to New Hampshire filled with money for him.

Richard (I can't remember his last name) now was able to buy everything he ever wanted. One of the presents he got himself was a plane. I don't know if he ever published it but his journal about learning to fly, "Notes of a Fearful Flyer" was a wonderful piece of self-revelatory writing.

Fritz Wetherbee, one of New Hampshire's best eccentrics and a good friend, said that he had been at a party where Richard and Wayne were comparing their toys. In a moment of transcendent understanding, Richard suddenly realized something and blurted out, "I now have everything I ever wanted.... When I was twelve."

Sourdough