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Thanks for the olives--but what the hell did you think I was going to do with two cases of them? I said I was craving some, not that I was opening a Greek diner. Sorry to bitch, but it’s not as though I can get through them by asking people to share. "Hey James, want to come over for an olive tonight?" Don’t think so...

Anyway, I’ll see what I can find out about Stoney Grove from this end. I was wondering how long it would take you to get sucked back into the academic round. I personally would never volunteer to give a paper if I knew I NEVER had to again, but hey, I guess you’re getting a trip to Tuscany out of it. Hope you enjoy the wine. Have to put any travel plans to England on hold for awhile--I got a nasty note from Michaelson saying if he didn’t get my revised proposal in by July 1, I don’t have the proverbial snowball’s chance for funding next semester. So, it’s time to write something, and fill in the blanks later.

Can’t wait to hear about your hermit. I’ve never met one (I guess they’re not attracted to my personality...). Is he hairy? Does he speak? Please, tell me more...

Love ya,