From: Jack Saunders
To: Name Withheld
Subj: Reply
I hadn't thought of that trip to Fort Myers until I heard from you, but I thought
of it when I heard from you.
I also thought of my last manager at IBM.
She didn't do me right.
Lucent Technologies went tits-up and gave me $40,000
when they sold the factory where I worked. My pension. I put it in an annuity and
cashed it in when I had a book published, lived at the house for a year promoting
the book.
Lawrence Block writes blurbs for a lot of writers. He wrote an
introduction to Charles Willeford's The Shark-Infested Custard. A generous
guy.
He wrote one for me.
Jack Saunders is an American original and his life is an open book. His dedication and commitment are evident throughout, and his abundant energy enlivens every page.
I haven't been in touch with him since.
I am speaking at a writers
conference tomorrow. In Panama City.
The temporary job I have is writing
training courses for the unemployed. I wrote two so far. Sheetmetal worker and
electronics technician. I am finishing up the third one, machinist. I wrote them
in three months, a month apiece. Don't see how I did it.
Two more weeks
and I'm at the house again, no unemployment because I was on employment for a year
just before this job and used everything in my account up.
I'll write a
book about my temporary job and look for work.
I'm still telling New York
to go piss up a rope.
Pamphlets coming your way.
Don't bother telling
me what I'm doing wrong. I know what I'm doing wrong. It works for me.