From: Jack Saunders
To: Jeff Potter
Subj: Country Mice in the City.

I enjoyed your article "Country Mice in the City."

That's what I hope "In the Field" to be like.

When I went to the Howl protest, I tried to take a subway from Columbia to my hotel. I went up to the window to buy a ticket but the ticket taker wouldn't talk to me. He pointed at a vending machine on the wall.

I tried to buy a ticket in the vending machine, but it wouldn't take my money.

I said, "Won't somebody help me," like Little Richard in the GEICO commercial, but I might as well have been Kitty Genovese, for all the subway crowd seemed to care.

I remember taking the subway with a ULA member from his apartment in Brooklyn to the restaurant in the Bowery near CBGB's, but didn't pay any attention to how he did it.

I'm too old to figure out anything like that by myself.

I just take a cab, if I can afford it, or don't go, or wait for the promoter to send a limousine for me, like a rock star.

That was nice about the gallery owner in Chicago asking Martha if she made her scarf and hat.

Henry and Lucy are so big.

Reading about Liz made me wonder what I missed when I visited you in Michigan.

Off to The Big Easy on a road trip.