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General Messaging Unit (Mother To Son)

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Greenheart Son
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From: Margaret Nix
Date: Thu Jan 20, 2000 3:24:07 PM America/New_York

Hi, Son! Haven't heard from you in a long time, it seems. I hope you all did get the letter I wrote thanking you for the check for Christmas. I worry about mail because they say Chicago has the worst system in the country. They talk about it on the TV news sometimes. School is getting into full swing now. I go to two more classes this week than I have been doing. (That makes 3.) Will pick up two more in February. I saw the headline on the Yahoo page that DC has had a big snow storm. Hope you all are warm and able to travel. Here there is ice and snow and pretty terrible cold, but the secret to survival here is truly dressing in layers. Today I put on five layers to come to school (no coat) and have taken off a couple of layers since I've been here. You wrap up your head and neck and face, and hands and wear warm socks and boots. This morning I bought one of those luggage carriers with wheels for my bag and, boy, I should have done that before now. It makes so much difference not to have a heavy bag strapped across your back. Even getting on and off the bus is easier. There is an art to living in Chicago.

There is a psychiatrist who lives at Arlington House (he is a cancer patient, taking Chemo, not practicing medicine)and at meal times, he and I have good conversations sometimes. He really infuriated me one day, however, because he said that psychiatrists were "managers" and psychologists were "clerks".
It gets pretty lonely here at times, but I try to keep busy with studying, and that makes the time go by. I have been out hiking around my neighborhood and even a little around the loop downtown. When I have plenty of clothes on, I love walking in the cold. I have only missed one day since I have been here, going out and about. The trick is not to slip on the ice, but they are pretty good about scraping the sidewalks and streets here. Last night around midnight, I thought the world was ending, there was so much noise outside my window.I got up and looked out, only to see the streetscrapper pushing snow down the alley.

I got some help from a couple of men who live where I do, and got my bookcase and books and computer out of storage, so my little tiny room is full up. Besides my bookcase and the bed (narrow single bed), I have a student desk and a beauro (with no mirror), so what space is left is about a foot wide path down the middle of the room. Mighty tight! Sometimes I get a little stir crazy and I go down to the coffee shop across the street from DePaul University campus and sit for hours along with other grad students (from DePaul) who are studying and drinking coffee. Study, study, study—that's the name of the game.

There is a psychiatrist who lives at Arlington House (he is a cancer patient, taking Chemo, not practicing medicine)and at meal times, he and I have good conversations sometimes. He really infuriated me one day, however, because he said that psychiatrists were "managers" and psychologists were "clerks".

I got a flu shot—first time ever, but I am good and healthy, even tho' everybody around me is coughing etc. So, it was a good thing, taking the shot. Well, I need to take a look at tonight's class assignment, so will close. Just writing boring stuff anyhow.
Damn, man, I wanted to say—all you know how to do is prescribe pills, but I didn't say anything. I was pleased to hear at orientation when they were telling us about our practicums (interships) that they wanted us to have one that had a licensed psychologist as our supervisor, not a psychicatrist—because, they said, psychologists have a different viewpoint that psychiatrists. I'll say they do! I really already love my school, and I know I picked the right one for me.

Please let me hear from you. I look forward to getting email—nobody sends letters thru the postal service.

Oh, I got a little cell phone. The number is 773-450-xxxx. It has voice mail even when the phone is not on, which is nice. I get 200 minutes of air time a month for $39.00, and long distance is free, except on weekends. Presently, however, because the wind and snow are pretty bad, the radio wave has too much statis for long distance. I like it because I have been able to conduct local business, with bank etc. from my room. The stormy weather doesn't seem to interfere with local calls. Sally is long distance, so we haven't talked in about a week—since the bad weather. She and Lester both have been sick with flu. I got a flu shot—first time ever, but I am good and healthy, even tho' everybody around me is coughing etc. So, it was a good thing, taking the shot.

Well, I need to take a look at tonight's class assignment, so will close. Just writing boring stuff anyhow.

Love, M

Mother On The Streets Of Chicago

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Chicago Gal
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Date: Fri Sep 17, 1999 1:47:57 PM

Hey baby—I just called Mother to discuss offering my help in her move to Chicago, but her phone has "been temporarily disconnected" in a sad continuation of old habits. No email now either I'd presume. But hopefully she'll get reconnected here soon. I shudder to think of her traipsing up to Chicago all by herself without a clue of where to live, or how she'll unload her trailer, if things don't get stolen first. I think I need to take a pro-active approach to this, her move, and do what I can to help her out. But to migrate with near empty pockets to Chicago in January is asinine.

Meanwhile, there is news from the Dave & Jen front, just the highlights as the Hurricane Floyd to their credit is not really their concern. It should have already passed through on Thursday with minor charms.

We were not able to come to a satisfactory resolution with the Berkshire corporations, and have opted to MOVE THE PARTY. Their terms and conditions were much too restrictive, and the party would have either been a total disaster, or it would have been halted early by the babysitters they were going to send.

NEW LOCATION: Same place we had the three-year party. The Strand Cafe, 105 E Lombard street in downtown Baltimore City.

Hhat does this do to our hotel arrangements??? I guess Dave will now be forced to relax his "if you don't show up" policy of blacklisting for life. I mean, this is really a major screwup. On the other hand, I guess we can either drive home, or drive back up to Timonium to our $110 Holiday Inn room after the party. But there's no pint in that so I suggest we cancel our room...

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