A Letter to F.

Beware Bandini’s inspiration, you may attempt to drown someone in the nearest ocean. Came
across Fante shortly after biking through the States fifteen years ago. I need to give his work
another look, if not more.

As of now, just got in from walking for the two of us—there is a snake I like to visit. I cannot
spy on it for too long, worried passers-by will notice, then kill.

The last thing I read for pleasure was Ulysses, go figure. For my classes, I have been chewing
through Basho, Kant, Moliere, Ibsen, Flaubert, Wollstonecraft. You get the point. When I make
the time I will read the Lyrical Ballads, Their Eyes are Watching God, Metamorphosis (Ovid) or
finally get to Olio, collecting dust like others.

Where I think I’m at is nearly the age you were during our Peace Corps days, fighting and
accepting. Hoping for more while asking for nothing.

To you my friend, lpd (thanks for the picture, there is something missing in your eyes?)