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at the foot of the Atlas about 100 miles from the Sahara. Wound up in a medina flop house. One afternoon hit 130º F. and mornings came on in the 90ºs. Learned to live with the bugs. It was memorable. Came finally to Lisbon whose greenery and generally well-to-do people was like a visit to heaven. Jetting over the Atlantic from Lisbon (my first jet across) stunned me. After Morocco I honestly could speak to no one in N.Y. for 24 hours.

  Most valuable aspect was that I woke up.  Cummings:  "The ears of my ears are open - The eyes of my eyes can see."  Now and since, the greatest struggle and most important is not to go to sleep again at all in this life.   If this sounds mystical or over-grand, it is no less real.
  Did you see the May 7 Trib article on Vonnegut?   Got a few assignments from the Trib I hope to get to work on soon.  Morocco raised a book plan and 3 articles in progress.
  Most wonderful thing for writers these days:  Hollywood can't keep up with TVs demand for movies - which means a need for stories which need will grow.  Nice.
  I understand you are on your autobiog.  What will be finished when?  I thought of doing an article on you in your bucolic (?) surroundings.
  Hope to hear from you and of what is happening.  Say hello to Gladys.  Donna says "hi".

Best, Franklin