I'll Take the High Road!

 Dear Juliet

Never thought I'd write that again...

Anyway, I'm writing this en clair through the tracks of my tears so I can be sure that you know in advance I'll be away in Scotland 8th-10th April inclusive. These days I live in Shropshire. That old timer in my head which enabled me to compensate for the eight hour time difference is a bit rusty, but I think that'll mean from your perspective I'll be away from approximately 1.00 am on the 8th to about 6.00 pm on the 10th.

I'm not much into apps and complications (you should see the amount of electronics my new'ish Nissan Note has) so I won't have access to Facebook or to my blog. However, I can now send and receive emails on my smartphone (Apple 13) which I definitely will be taking with me.

I even toyed with the idea of giving you my number, but unlike our old correspondence I'm not absolutely sure it's you. I'm almost sure, but not quite. I could be nattering away to a large black man in Nigeria...

However, and with terrible simplicity, my email address is still the same. I do plan to leave BT soon as they are a bunch of total putzes. However, I hope to keep the email service as I'd like to retain the same address.

Mind you, if you'd like my number, email me.

What else, sorry, got interrupted...

I intend to get you a present while I'm there. Don't know how I'll send it to you but fate will probably finagle a way. It tried hard enough between 2020-2022. Interesting story, I'll explain later.

In brief, I suspect you're emotionally discombobulated and my subconscious feels rather strongly that you should take a few days off at the Hotel Vista Del Mar, Avalon.

Dru lives near there.

I can't take you there. I wish I could.

And...

Well, Star Trek III has been turning into an absolute goldmine of literary metaphor. In one small scene where they've miraculously escaped the Genesis Planet, McCoy is berating Spock for being completely out of it (basically, you're Spock) and then just collapses back and admits how he really feels.

That's me, sort of.

No one except me knows what it was actually like to cross America for you. You were always worth it. Admittedly, Wichita Lineman kind of captures it. If anything can.

Not just that, there's a good scene in The Big Bang Theory where Will Wheaton (playing himself) ticks off the group. "You know what the worst thing about being a celebrity is?" he says. "You don't know if somebody likes you for yourself or for your fame!"

Well, Jim at the NAS once asked me if all the stress was getting to me, and I said, "you know, when it's just her and me, it's fine. I'm not thinking about Buffy, Dru or anything else. I'm perfectly happy."

You always made me happy.

Okay, it's getting on for 8.30 am L. A. time. Just need to find a few illustrative photographs, cross my fingers and send this off...

Love,

James













































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