Archive: June 1989

The Passing Of John Herzog

  • June 27, 1989
The Passing Of John Herzog

June 27, 1989 Dear Harv: I received the letter you mentioned on the phone, written before we knew about John. It occurred me that I have some additional information that I forgot to give you. It comes from Bill James, and I don’t know if it will be useful but I’ll pass it along anyway.

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John Herzog

  • June 16, 1989
John Herzog

June 16, 1989 Dear Harvey: John Herzog is in the hospital with what may be terminal cancer of the liver.  I just learned about this last night from a friend of his. He is in St. Vincent's Hospital in Santa Fe, and is under heavy sedation.  I wanted to call him but his friend said that John would not be able to understand me.  And he said that John's room is filled with flowers but he doesn't seem to be aware of them. John made no mention of any health problems in his recent letters, so I assumed he was all right.  Apparently he began to fail very unexpectedly. This is not the kind...

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Challenging Subjects

  • June 12, 1989
Challenging Subjects

Plaza Azul Productions SANTA FE NEW MEXICO 87505 ~ Office of The ASSOCIATE DIRECTOR - WEST COAST OPERATIONS June 12, 1989 Mr. John K. Herzog Executive Director Plaza Azul Productions Santa Fe, New Mexico 87505 Dear Sir: TIME: 1:09 p.m. TEMPERATURE: 77° F. HUMIDITY: 59.5% BAROMETER: 29.6" Hg.% PRECIPITATION PREVIOUS 24 HRS: 0.00" FORECAST NEXT 24 HRS: PARTLY CLOUDY AS PROMISED . . . . ....in my letter of 9 June, herewith are introductions of, expatiations upon, and digressions from challenging subjects not developed in recent correspondence from this end.

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Shortage Of Water

  • June 9, 1989
Shortage Of Water

June 9, 1989 their, Hey, they're, Udo!-- there, IT IS NOTED HERE WITH INTEREST that the shortage of water in the Catskills, reported by you in several earlier letters, has apparently been relieved by some prolonged storms.  At least, that is what the weather map in the Bee has shown during the past several weeks.  We assume that you now slosh down to the IGA instead of raising puffs of dust on Main Street with your bootheels, like a version of "High Noon In Stamford."  Mother nature takes care of her own. "But who takes care of Mother Nature?" demanded a shrill voice from a thicket. We...

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