Fare Forward: Letters from David Markson

Dec 20 ’05

Simso—

You’re the one who hasn’t written, kiddo. Ever since I told you about the pumpkin. I figured you were sore — a gift from Laura Sims and I’d had the chutzpah to pass it along to a little one-year-old red-headed neighbor, shame on me. No news, in any event. (I have, however, spent more odd moments struggling with your pomes.) Do you know what today’s date (above) is?⁷⁰ This time, shame on you, then.

Hey, love to you both—

D.

70 His birthday. His 78^th, to be exact.