To: The Boss
From: Bill
Date: August 21
Everybody, and then some.
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Big Inca
To: Bill
From: The Boss
Date: August 20
Not the energy source, but essential for submitting to the bigger source. So who’s advising you? Hopefully, not Lizzy.
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Visions of yrUBbury
This could have been something Bill was encountering.
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Big Inca
To: The Boss
From: Bill
Date: August 19
Sometimes I wonder what I’ll be doing when the mills are up and running.
I mean, is this it? Have we fought our biggest battles and won?
We’ve got the buildings and grounds, and a list of tenants is forming.
Manufacturing and marketing are a whole other gig.
I can always fall back on the antiques dealing.
But my encounters with Lizzy remind me, loneliness is my greatest fear; also, I’m advised, my primary energy source.
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Big Inca
To: Bill
From: The Boss
Date: August 18
It’s the heat. So enjoy it. And the ringing will go away. You won’t even notice it.
And just wait till you see Guadalajara.
Maybe in the heart of winter.
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Big Inca
To: The Boss
From: Bill
Date: August 17
I need a map just to keep track of all the properties we’re buying.
I need another to give me an idea where we stand in terms of readiness to rent. What’s totally ripped apart and what’s just about ready.
Thor called after work. “Whatcha doin’ tonight?”
“Shit, man, that’s the FUTURE!”
Lizzy’s so uptight. Asks too many questions. So what? What?
I asked Hilda if I used to be that crunched up. “Yup, I’m afraid so.”
When I got off, we all took a ride in the country and stopped at a roadside stand where the farmer’s wife has a voice as hollow as a windblown field.
Then we stopped beside a lake and had a picnic.
Everything is looking so lush these days. And hazy.
But all that hammering’s left a ringing in my ears.
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Big Inca
To: Bill
From: The Boss
Date: August 16
Times like these can be turning points.
Just wait till you see Vancouver.
You’re going to have to have housing available for up to a hundred new workers and their families when the first part of the mill opens. Have a nice array of lease arrangements ready.
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Big Inca
To: The Boss
From: Bill
Date: August 15
The river’s low. It’s mostly rocks. And dead fish.
Trouble sleeping has led me to pills. At least, on occasion.
Things are too quiet here. It’s making me anxious.
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Big Inca
To: Bill
From: The Boss
Date: August 14
So much for the proverbial dog days.
Looks to me like you have several options, Bub. One, you can drop Lizzy from the Opera roster.
Or you can open up an S-M parlor in one of the old factories and star her there.
Thanks for the latest stack of photos.
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Big Inca
To: The Boss
From: Bill
Date: August 13
I’m watching a lot of building materials arrive and disappear in the process.
I’m minding the store.
I’m buying up old houses and apartments and arranging for repairs.
I’m spending a lot of nights at the Opera House.
I’m studying your maps.
I answer the phones and I smile.
I’m reading the newspaper daily and clipping the local stories, which I file.
I order photos and archive.
I’m sinking some roots in this community. Attend meetings. Donate to children’s causes.
I run errands for Manny, as needed.
I’m in good physical shape, thanks to all the swimming.
No wonder I’m feeling exhausted.
These days I’m doing far more for the Present Company than I am for myself.
Last night, the faces of Lizard Lady and Wendy merged into a pink and green schizoid-art cat. I got the shivers. Let it explode. I want to cry, am unable, and become whiny instead. Mona is mentally faraway. Hilda’s on her own bad trip. I seldom see my roommate. Lizard Lady is trying to fuck with my head. Nvr is never there. As the beard and hair grow, I appear stranger and stranger, like a Near Eastern mystic.
I’m homesick for someplace I’ve never been. Somebody, hang on, please?
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