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June 29, 1999

Dear Jeanette and friends:

You know it's funny, I used to think I had to cook someone a dinner or take their dog for a walk to impress them. But pleasant favors aren't the only way into a person's heart. Sometimes all you need to express appreciation for a person is to simply tell them. Writing a letter to you only took a few spare sheets of paper and an hour of my time, but I can see how much you needed to read those words. And writing has always been a hobby of mine, so it was just as easy as pie to write to you. I'm just spankin' happy that you actually like my perky little descriptions. I have a mighty big mouth, ya know. Blah blah, all the time. There's just no shuttin' up Miss Rebecca Feinerhosen. But I try to keep it colorful. And every word is from the heart.

Speaking of the heart....
THANK YOU ever so for the high school picture of Jamison. Actually, his hair is close to that length now, so that wasn't the reason I giggled when I first saw it. Quite frankly, it was the bow tie that cracked me up. Such a snazzy dresser for a youngin, I thought. But he still has the same look of joy on his face. An authentic look of joy too. And I kept looking and looking at that picture. I put it in the last page of my photo album and tried to close the cover, but I couldn't. I just had to look at him some more. Do you ever touch his pictures? Put your fingertips on the image of his mouth or his cheek, and pretend it's really him? I did that. I kept trying to imagine who he was in 1992. Not yet graduated. A rather innocent, respectable young fellow. Probably pretty easy to get along with. Easy to talk to. And I kept looking at that picture you sent. It made me want to call him and tell him what I saw in it. Unfortunately, my phone line is dead in the apartment right now because of some crack in the circuit. But a dead phone couldn't come between Jamison and I. So I gathered up my photo album in my bare feet and tiptoed a block down the street to the nearest payphone. Shoot. I forgot change for the slot. So I stuffed the album under my arm again and went into the AM PM to change a dollar. I was hoping they wouldn't notice my lack of shoes. The Indian clerk asked me about the photo album. "Oh, that's what the phone call is all about." I said, grinning. He grinned back. "And where's your shoes?" I hightailed it out of there. When I got a hold of The Man Jamison, I described where I was in detail. See, I wanted to show him I was so twittery about his high school picture that I didn't mind my dirty barefoot feet were raw with gravel. And I didn't mind the confrontation with the Indian clerk. He noticed the sounds of cars coasting down the road next to me. The sounds were proof I really was there in the AM PM parking lot. I told him we looked alike. I could see a lot of me in his face. More words passed between us over that payphone last night, but it got really mushy after that point.

I decided to send you more pictures of me because I didn't think that first one really did me justice. Jamison concurs. These 7 pictures are copies of my favorites. Hope I don't seem egotistical doing this. I am only sending you these because I thought you may get a better idea who I am. (Oh, who am I kidding? I AM egotistical......) The one in the center is me and my mom on the Space needle back in 1997. I had a scorching case of Pinkeye under those sunglasses that day. You can't tell from the picture, but my eyes were almost swollen shut at the time.

Your personal invitation to Alabama this September really meant a lot to me, by the way. Jamison asked me himself a while ago, but it's just more dynamic that his mom asked me on her own accord. I feel extra-invited now. I will do my best to get the time off from work, but unfortunately I don't have much control over these things. At least money isn't a factor. If I can pull off the vacation time though, I would LOVE to see you and Alabama. I admit the state has become a romantic storybook land to me because I have no reality to base it on. All I know is what Jamison has told me about his home state, and you know how charming and descriptive he can be. So now I can only envision Alabama to be a place of dazzling lightning storms, bathtub warm lakes and sunsets that are unparalleled in beauty. I have been painting a similar picture of Wisconsin for Jamison. Apparently he had slept in my home state once, but by no means does this satisfy his curiosity about her. It's the fall colors that seem to captivate him the most. And the snowy Christmases. Giving a tour is so much more fun if the visitor is excited about it, don't you think? I can't wait to find out what Jamison likes about Wisconsin. I lived there 24 years, and he will put a whole new perspective on my homeland. Believe me when I tell you that I am just as captivated about Alabama.

In parting, I must say I have mixed feelings about your tears. One side of me begs you not to cry, but then Jamison really is someone to miss. He gives deep, heart-filled bear hugs that can certainly be missed with tears. All I can say to comfort you is, his hugs are well received. I am NOT a shallow person by any means, so his every embrace is felt as deep as he gives them.

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