March 1, 1958
I slammed the resterant door so hard it almost fell off the hinges. Now I'm having a feud with the resterant on account of my wife, they wont serve me any more.
The people who own the resterant wont call my cab any more either.
I told them I did not care and I would tell my custermers to eat in another resterant if thats the way they felt about it.
All I can say Paul is I hope this New York publisher pays me for my book and I can move out of Palo Alto. For ever.
All Palo Alto done for me, I done for myself.
Paul, I don't know from one day to the next what I am going to see next.
The other night I am sitting in a bar again, waiting for a custermer of mine.
A big guy was sitting next to me playing jacks by himself and bouncing the little ball on the bar.
He said to me, I am pretty good at this but my little sister can beat me.
2007 Bay Road,
Palo Alto, Calif.