Hi, Steve

My congratulations to your wife on “Prisoner of Wallabout Bay”! My partner sends her congratulations, too. We always rise to our feet and applaud whenever we hear of someone who has succeeded in finishing––and publishing!––a book-length project. I’m in admiring awe, I really am.

I hope you’ll let me now what you find out about those shoes the UC-Santa Barbara prof is working on. I’m like most of us, always hungry for a new shoe idea––like a baby bird, my beak open wide, squeaking, “Feed me a new, juicy idea for a ‘perfect’ shoe!” 🙂

You’d think I’d be tired, at 79, of auditioning shoes, forever looking for that “perfect” pair, the pair that not only is the right fit for my feet (size 13, severely flat, orthotics a must, with lots of calloused skin thanks to years of running), but a pair that also “fixes” the effects of my neuropathy (a pair that has me skipping the light fantastic like I was 29 all over again).

You’d think I’d be realistic by now, but still I keep looking. We’ve no good shoe stores nearby, so my partner and I (because of bunions, she’s looking for that perfect pair, too) have taken to ordering online (Zappos, mostly). It seems we receive a pair-or-two-a-week and return a pair-or-two-a-week, forever looking.

It does feel good to be writing again. I say “again,” but I’ve hardly returned to a all-consuming passion of long ago. Writing was always something I’d turn to whenever I was “between shows” (which was more often than I care to admit). Now, thanks to my neuropathy, there’s a certain finality to my being “between shows.” At least with writing, there’s no danger of me tripping over the ottoman––at least not in front of a paying audience. In front of the cat? Well, maybe, but at least he hasn’t just shelled out $$$ to see me play Lear. 🙂
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Regards from the Rockies
Ray!