Archive for the ‘Long Beach’ Category

1979-11-09

Friday, November 9th, 1979
         Dennis,
                     ...You are
                     the only person
                     in the world -
                     without any
                     exception -
                     to whom I can
                     tell all that
                     my heart
                     contains.
                           - Woodrow Wilson
                                            November 9, 1979
              Thoughts of you are exploding in my mind.  How I
         enjoy being with you!
              Thanks for being my dinner companion last night
         and ALWAYS my friend.
              Look forward to next week.
                                       Love,
                                          Kathy
         ( a card )

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1979-12-27

Thursday, December 27th, 1979
               Dear Dennis,
                    Thanks for the XMAS card -- I was
               flattered!  I send you one but it was
               returned to me ???  I guess the postman
               couldn't read my writing (so I typed this
               time).
                    I do hope your christmas was beautiful
               and that this 1980 will be what you want!
                    I'm planning to go away (Carmel area)
               for the weekend.  I managed to get air time
               switched to Sat.  So I'll have Sun, Mon, and
               Tues. off -- its been over two months now
               that I've worked weekends.  I'm feeling a
               wreck ! ha.
                                    Love, Kathy

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1980-01-07

Monday, January 7th, 1980

What is it about some days?
that I feel the tears just behind my eyes
and warmth reminds me of youth…
Today seems just like one of those grown up traps
we plant for ourselves.

Money requires money, knowledge needs more knowledge
security implies its possible loss
and age catches what the others miss
and, still, we play on…half asleep, half aware.

I’ve given up wondering what I want
when I get it, its wrong
and when I don’t, its impossible.

01-07-80

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —