25 May 1986
Hey, there, Udo!–
Sorry for the delay in responding to your last letter. We are still getting settled, but the stockade of cartons has fallen below eye level. A few days ago I saw a human figure skulking down the hall, and I reached for the Winchester. It turned out to be my wife, who had been without food or water for several days because a pyramid of U-Haul boxes had collapsed and blocked access to the well. A near thing. She is O.K. now, and making plans for a quilting bee when the next wagon train arrives. I wrote to the government for sod-shanty plans. Right now a hawk is making lazy circles in the sky. At any moment the wind should come sweeping down the plain. Sacramento has a lot to offer.
Do you remember John V. Young? He was my boss in the personnel department (now it would be called the Human Resources Department). Anyhow, I get letters from him from time to time. He is just about 80 years old, and spends his time, with his wife along, riding around the Western states and writing books about state parks. He has two of them in print, and is working on a third. His last letter contained information about Ray Powell. I may have mentioned that Ray Powell. I may have mentioned that Ray is a candidate for governor of N.M. (He used to be the administration of (I think) Jette’s division. He went to Sandia and became a vice president.) Herzog also sent me news clippings about Ray. He is running unopposed for the Democrats. The Republicans have come up with about 8 candidates, all of whom are discrediting each other and themselves. Young and Herzog think Ray will make it to the number-one spot. Would you like to put in your bid now to be his science advisor? Herzog plans to be his community-theater advisor, and Young will be his state-park handbook advisor. There is no place for me in any administration because I am a Monarchist. We Monarchists hold fewer political offices nationwide than the Flat Earth Party. But we never give up. That’s what so admirable about us.
Your planned trip to San Francisco in the Fall, with a side trip here, would probably work out O.K. We like to travel in the Fall or Spring, when fewer tourists are on the road, but I’m sure your schedule and ours can be reconciled. (Summer is no good for visiting here because of the heat, and in the Winter it’s the heavy rain–as you no doubt read in the Village Voice.) Let us know your general plan.
Now I must go to trading post for flour and gunpowder and sagebrush seed. I will give this letter to the shotgun guard on the stage, with a plug of Mechanic’s Delight to encourage him to take good care of it as far as Tombstone, where he will turn it over to another reliable Butterfield employee. Thank God for civilization. Regards to your wife and family.
Fred C (“Movin’ West”) Dobbs