Spring Sprung, So I'll Write To Ravi

24 Apr


This Is Not Ravi


Date: Fri Apr 24, 1998 5:25:31 PM

Hey Ravi, been extremely busy this spring with painting and cleaning, essays and professional responsibilities. Just wanted to zip off a short note to let you know I still count you among those two dozen or so in my E-mail loop.

How is the climate there right now? Do you live in a beautiful part of your city, or quite near the slums? The latter is truest in my case. Drug dealers hang around the alleys and gunshots are occasionally heard. Litter, paper, broken glass, ugly grafitti is everywhere, but I do my best to carve a bit of paradise out for myself here in DC with our own home, a two story brick rowhouse with basement. We are not minimalists in terms of materialism, but we do pick and choose our delights.

We drive an old 1989 Dodge Caravan. As you know, in America, the car is the soul of the personality, but we dare not invest in expensive automoblies in our neighborhood. Car theft is big business in urban areas. My personal library is rather extensive for poor white trash like myself, but aspirations to write that definitive novel of our times still urges me forward, even as I continue to procrastinate.

With a mechanical engineering degree, Ravi, what area of business do you intend to exploit? I spent ten years in the civil engineering field, have I told you this already? I forget. I worked for several different firms, ranging in specialities from sewerage & water disposal systems, and new home construction from the ground up, meaning clearing, grading for roads and layout, pipelines, and property corners. I retired from that particular endeavor in 1990 with the advent of the Macintosh computer. I wanted to write, and now here I am, a web designer, an unpublished novelist and poet, but plunging right ahead day by day.



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