happy hour and other sorrows

October 11, 1970

Dear C.

Here I am in PARIS FRANCE! Wow. I’m staying with my uncle’s boss, a gay guy who was some kind of a big wig during WWII which is all they ever talk about here.The war, the war, the war! That trip I told you about to Milan to retrieve a vintage car . . . well it didn’t go so well. The owner DIED on the way home and the Swiss police thought he was MURDERED and so they tried to make me stay but it was too freaky so I split .

Oh, and remember that cute guy GIL? He keeps popping up but I don’t think he really likes me. I think they just want him to keep an eye on me because I supposedly have the KNACK FOR TROUBLE and might poop in a bidet or really kill a burgermeister. Sheesh.

You wouldn’t like it here because they eat BUNNIES and SNAILS and all kinds of gross things. I guess they had to during that damn war. I should be home by Christmas unless another trip goes awry and I end up missing my flight home, AGAIN! And boy, will I have a lot of stories to tell.

Love, Riley