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in pencil in top margin [1969]

Dear Jack

    First let's stop all the buzz buzz around your office.  Here's what the little dog was doing on the skate board.
    Then, about a lecture date in the Bay Area.  It occurs to me that Rexroth might be helpful if/and we can think of some way that this might redound to his glorification.  I shall pursue this.
   Whatever else, remember that El Rancho 2030 offers you the Three Bs - Bed, Board & Booze.  So whatever else, your trip out here needn't cost you more than transportation.
   No, we aint got no Albee out here.  We have very little little theater besides having very little theater of any sort.  The performing arts in Frisco tend more to things like bare breasted broads doing the Frug.
   The Swim is passe  At the 'in' parties you'll see us doing the Drown.  Couples lie on the floor practicing mouth to mouth resuscitation.
   My good wife commends your solicitude and sends felicitations.  She continues biweekly therapy for the shoulder injured in a cable car last Armistice Day.  The gripman hit the slot brake and she hit the fron [sic] of the car.
   She sells a painting  now and again but at prices which help the ego more than the exchequer.  Or should I say privy purse since I never know what happens to the money.  
   We have learned to get along with damm [sic] little cash.  After deductions, our taxable income for 1964 was 2716.91.  The big nut is rent of which we pay none which is a damm good exchange for what little work we do as managers of the building.   Besides this all our utilities are paid and Alice gets a small salary plus a janitorial allowance.  Since this doesn't quite cover our costs, the whole matter comes down to a cash outlay of bewteen [sic] two and five dollars monthly.
    Since we got the building filled and kept it that way, thus reversing the trend in San Francisco to more vacancies, the owner regards us with deep affection.  This is enhanced by the ways I have shown him for saving money here and in his other buildings.
    Grateful for neighborly little favors, the tenants blame the owner rather than me when things aren't done quite the way they should be.  Besides, most of the favors (which I would do under any circumstances) are often repaid with a bottle of something or other which is supplemented by bottles from the owner who also owns a wholesale liquor company.

handwritten in left margin PS: I'm always tempted to address you at Substandard Education Society but know how hard it is to find another sinecure these days.