Postcard from Dana

This one is dated Wednesday, 18.April.84, 2pm.

I haven't heard from you for awhile, brother, nor you from me.   Let me know whether you're still in this pale.   As for me, I've spent the last couple of days disporting by the riverside in Tulsa at Rob and Jeri's (or is that Jeri and Rob's) apt.   Jeri was an unexpectedly gracious host.   I bought the champagne for Potting Garden, then she picked up most of the tab.   I also got to see M.K. for the first time in the while.   All in all, it was fun.   Yours, in transit (mko express) — Dana-ox

The card is addressed to Jason C— at the late, lamented "Green House" on Monnett Street in Norman. I'll note that Dana was well on his way toward perfecting what he called "grass writing", and I'm making educated guesses on a couple of words.

I was living with Dale G— at the time. I think Dana was in the hovel on Klein here in the city & was working at the Cinema Whorehouse. For my part, I was working at the Infernal Bookstore.

Over on the Tent Show site, Dana has sort of challenged this blog to a duel. He has suggested that I may be publishing embarassing information about him in this space.

Well, I suppose I could emulate our old friend Kerouac and start telling the story. Can do it in installments, as the Lady allows.

Don't know. To tell his story involves telling my own. Some parts I don't like looking at. Others I'm too discrete (or maybe prudish) to tell.