Spitball Army

More Spalding Gray, this time from Swimming to Cambodia.

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I’m thinking about writer, actor, memoirist and monologuist Spalding Rockwell Gray this evening. Today would have been his 69th birthday. I miss his insight and humor, and his remarkably unique view of the world around him.

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This is the day…Christmas Day 1944. My first Christmas out of Indiana and our first Christmas – you in Indiana and me thousands of miles away.

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I did recommend it to my mother, who appreciates a simple story well told, preferably with an unambiguous resolution.

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Think nothing of it if there are any blotches on the letter. I’ve been lucky so far; but the way the sweat is dripping off my forehead, I don’t think my luck will last.

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Approximate playing time: 78 minutes.

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I love you Sweetheart. About all I do in my spare moments is dream about you and the little place we’ll have after I get back.

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Ugh. Is Henry James unfilmable?

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I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to write you today, but Mother Nature was on my side.

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We work during the day, and at night we can do two things. We can either go to bed or to the show.

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