Just before Roy left Forest Hills, New York, for Greenwich, New York--which is so far from New York City that it is pronounced "Greenwitch" instead of "Grennitch"--he wrote me a note on a glossy piece of paper that came with one of the storage boxes he was packing his stuff into. Roy folded the sheet into a little booklet and wrote me a note from the back of the booklet to the middle--changing pens three times!
He also included in the envelope a bit of cardboard, with this message:
Roy Arenella, "A Natural Mark Becoming a Letter" (24 May 2005)Roy was so rushed that he couldn't even be sure what the number was for this mailing; he had to say "117X (I think)," where the X means I don't know what since it usually means Xerox!
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