After discovering a postcard placing me in Ireland in early August 1976, I thought I’d share a letter I wrote in November 1976.
November 14, 1976
Dear Dad,
How are you? I’m glad we’re coming back at Christmas. How’s the pups? I’m getting used to the school now. Two out of three fights I’ve won. Work is still easy except French. That’s my worst subject. Last night I had my third fight and I slaughtered a second year called David Briton. How’s everything over there? Any snow? Mom told us that we were staying in Anchorage for a week and then going to Alyeska for the rest of the vacation. How’s Brandy and her pups? The last I heard was that Big Slob and Little Bitch were left. No more of my stuff is missing. Seven people in the dorms are for me and eight are against me. The High School burned down just after half-term. I’ve decided to take up skiing in the winter. You can guess what I want for Christmas. I think we should rent them out at first. But next year I definitely want skis. Is my room the same? Any letters from Walter or Timmy? I remember that night when we left his dad was going to drive him out to the airport to see me off. Mr. Blackmore is leaving next year in July so I don’t want to stay here for even the rest of this year.
