I am the Sensitive Man

Here is a letter I just mailed to a friend of mine who is currently at Marine boot camp. She is a good kid and I totally wish her well. So this is me being sentimental. I could probably go on about how Joe Morgan said some real dumb things on the Mets/Yankees game last nite, but I would just be restating the obvious. I’ll get back to being mildly amusing later. For now this is how its gonna be….

Nate
NP: U2 – The Best of 1980-1990: Bad

Carly,
Just the other day I was thinking that it must be time to write ya a letter. So hopefully you’ll get this in short order and know that I am thinking of you often and have a good thought for you every day. Your mom said to me a couple of weeks ago to write you, but my reaction time is obviously retarded. So, I could ask you a bunch of questions about training and so on and so forth, but I am not expecting a reply here. Plus I don’t want you to feel obligated to respond to any question that I would have asked. You see, this is me not wanting placing road blocks in front of the Marine Corps turning you into as Gunny Highway said “A heartbreaker and a life taker.” The other thought you may be thinking is: “why did he type out this letter???” If I had wrote it by hand, you would not be able to read it. This is the most efficient way for me to communicate clearly. And one other question you might have is: “is he gonna say anything worthwhile in this letter, or is he just gonna prattle on about nothing in particular???”

This is a good question. One worthy of an answer, but I really am not sure yet. You see, I am kinda writing this stream-of-consciousness. As the thoughts come to me I type them out. It sort of like putting the censor that I normally would have when speaking, in sleep mode. So what you are reading are just the random thoughts I have and are able to articulate. Corn is good. See what I mean. A flat tax system is good on paper but would really hurt the middle class and poor of this country. No censor. My butt itches and I need some water. Now what you didn’t see is me going to the kitchen and getting a big glass of water. I feel better now. I ate at Wendy’s the other day. I thought about getting a big Bessie, but got the chicken sandwich instead. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm……Bessie.

Seriously though, things are going ok here back in South Central PA. We have had a ton of rain. Enough to actually end the drought condition from last year. Today (Monday 23rd) is supposed to be the beginning of a heat wave, with temperatures in the 90’s and high humidity. So, the air conditioner will be working overtime for sure. But enough about the weather, it’s so gay to talk about the weather. I have a radio show on the Messiah College station. It is way cool to get back to doing something that I really love. I am on twice a week for 3 hours each night. I have quite a bit of latitude on what I can play (within reason of course), and that is nice. It is not quite the same as when I was a student, but the improvements are good. Quite a bit is now controlled by the computers, which we didn’t have when I was a student. I probably don’t have a big audience, and the audience that I do have is probably scared off by all the old music I play. But I also play a lot of independent current tunes as well. So I hope I am introducing a couple of listeners to some fresh exciting music. Or I could just be a blowhard.

My job (not that you really care) has been kicking my butt recently. We have had a rash of residents coming down with upper respiratory infections. It is not SARS, but it is still troublesome. We have never had this kind of widespread problem before, so we have been trying to figure out where it is coming from whilst trying to keep other residents and staff from getting it. My mom was hospitalized last week, and that scared me. She was having chest pains and so my dad took her to the hospital on Monday night. I didn’t find out about it until late that night when I got home from the radio station. So that caused me to hit the panic button and take a late night road trip up to Wilkes- Barre. Thankfully all her tests came back negative, and she passed her stress test. The doctors think it is angina. So she is on some meds for a while. On a completely different note, I am growing my hair back, and it distresses me, because I can already see that it is starting to thin out on top. Just what I need. To be a “real” bald fat man. Ah well, that is the way it goes I suppose. Hopefully you will never have to deal with the pain of thinning hair. I don’t know how much news you all get exposed to down there but there is a new product that has come out at McDonalds. I have tried it. It took awhile, but at one point I did want to vomit. “What is your point?” you may ask. A roommate of mine from college has an online journal and he wrote a very enlightened piece about it. I am going to attach it to this letter. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it.
I do truly hope this letter finds you well. Overcome! Adapt! Semper Fi!
Dearest Regards,
Nate

If you want to read my friend's blog entry I sent Carly, go here.

- posted by TundraBoy @ 1:43 PM