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[[ Postcard to Karen (Norman's wife) from East Grand Forks, ND ]]

October 15, 1984
Sunday Afternoon

Dear Karen,

I thought you would like to get a card from Minnesota. As I passed across the state boundary an immense feeling of bliss and peace and light descended on me. Returning to North Dakota I returned to my usual mundane Self.

I read Gift From the Sea. Not being a woman with a family and a career I could not identify with a lot of what she said. When she spoke of the healing necessity of solitude, then, then I could relate. I've been alone most of my life. The week at Mount Madonna I spent totally alone in a cabin. Someone brought food. I don't know if that's what Anne Lindburgh had in mind but I found it to be a very well spent week.

More visiting of cousins and uncles and aunts and then on to Kent, Ohio to make final arrangements with a software distributor about the Ratbasic.

My cousin in Jamestown is a French (high school) teacher. I would I'm going to try to speak only French with her. I've got to get used to the idea of struggling with the language. Mark Twain in France:

Occasionally, merely for the pleasure of being cruel, we put unoffending Frenchmen on the rack with questions framed in the incomprehensible jargon of their native language, and while they writhed, we impaled them, we peppered them, we scarified them, with their own vile verbs and participles.


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