My dear Molliford,
How are things in New England? I hope this letter finds you in good spirits, though I'm sure you are sorely missing our company.
We finally had nice weather today! Barely a cloud in the sky, around 70 degrees (Fahrenheit) and no humidity. Fabulous.
Fun fact: hippies love Portland (this may not be shocking news). Steph received the following psychedelic postcard today (the dude referred to her as "sister" when he handed it to her):
"Please join your friends and FAMILY (family was in all caps, not a typo) for a surrealistic solstice celebration and cosmic Kool-Aid experiment of EPIC (again, all caps) proportions.... Come prepared to stay on site for the duration from 4:20pm on June 19nth (this was a typo... proofread, people!) until well after sunrise. The SPIRAL shall swizzle and swirl all night long!!"
Of course, I wish we were going to be here for this amazing event. Alas, we're moving on to San Francisco tomorrow. I feel like Sal from On the Road (except for the hitchhiking/beat generation/etc.). I am planning on enjoying a lot of Rice-A-Roni in Frisco, though, and I think Kerouac would appreciate that.
Welp, I'm going to go help Steph pack (first time I've really done that on this trip...). I miss you ever so much and wish to receive correspondence back from you within the fortnight.
Yours in faith,
J-Bomb
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