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  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Thursday, June 26
  5. Friday, June 27
  6. Saturday, June 28
  7. Sunday, June 29
  8. Monday, June 30
  9. Tuesday, July 1
  10. Tuesday, July 8
  11. Wednesday, July 9
  12. Saturday, July 12
  13. Sunday, July 13
  14. Monday, July 14
  15. Sunday, July 20
  16. Monday, July 21
  17. Friday, July 25
  18. Saturday, July 26
  19. Monday, July 28
  20. Tuesday, July 29
  21. Friday, August 1
  22. Saturday, August 2
  23. Sunday, August 3
  24. Monday, August 4
  25. Tuesday, August 5
  26. Wednesday, August 6
  27. Thursday, August 7
  28. Friday, August 8
  29. Saturday, August 9
  30. Sunday, August 10
  31. Wednesday, August 13
  32. Thursday, August 14
  33. Saturday, August 16
  34. Sunday, August 17
  35. Monday, August 18
  36. Thursday, August 21
  37. Saturday, August 23
  38. March 1970
  39. May 1970
  40. Author’s Note
  41. Acknowledgments
  42. Copyright

Okay, enough joking. I guess you must have known that your letters were going to shake me up big-time. And I understand now why it took you so long to send them. I understand the way you feel about the Maine trip. I guess we forget that we live in an enlightened progressive bubble on Long Island. There are a lot of jerks and squares in the world (especially Maine). Like you said, if people and the cops had been nicer to us, we would have had a better time. And I dig how you feel about living out of Odysseus. It’s not for everyone. And it’s not like it’s something I always have to do, either. Next trip, I promise we’ll figure out better places to stay. I’ll make sure you get lots of opportunities to shower.

If you’re thinking that’s the easy stuff to fix, I agree. What’s hard is trying to understand the way you’re feeling. I guess the problem is that you feel like you had two bad trips in one. First was the crappy way we were treated and the second was lunatic Lucas tripping during the drive back to Long Island.

But the thing is, neither one of those bad trips was permanent. Do they really mean you have to doubt our entire relationship? We don’t have to go to Maine again, and I don’t have to take acid and drive again. In fact, I don’t have to take acid again, period. I’ve tripped plenty. Maybe enough is enough, you know?

And I get the stuff about me smoking too much grass. I don’t entirely disagree. I think I should cut back on all forms of inhalation (except breathing, of course). All that smoke can’t be good for one’s health.

Also, I appreciate your concern on the draft front. I’ve been talking to a draft counselor about something called a moral case for refusing to participate in war. Usually conscientious objector cases are based on religious beliefs like the Jehovah’s Witnesses or Quakers because they’re considered Peace Churches that have always been opposed to military service. But Charles, my draft counselor, is going to help me construct a case based on personal moral code and the just-war theories of Thomas Aquinas and secular thinkers like Camus (The Stranger, remember?), Thoreau, and Bertrand Russell.

I’m hoping that once I’ve gotten past the draft problem, we can be together next year. I could move up to Waitsfield or Warren and work at a ski area.