[[ 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:
Jon