The Last Letter

Mailed from Schaghticoke, April 25, 1957 at 5 P.M. Typed:

Dear Dorothy,
Once again we are approaching the summer months, and perhaps you are considering having your hair cut. Please don't. It grows more beautiful as it grows. I wonder if there is not some way that we can arrange for me to run my fingers through that silken loveliness? If you would like to give me a token. Leave a lock of your beautiful hair in an envelope and place it alongside the northwest corner of the large vacant house----the last house west of yours on the River Rd. in Valley Falls. Do this by next Saturday night. If you do, you will hear from me again. But whatever you do, do not cut your lovely red hair.

For some reasom the font inexplicably changed; the rest of the letter is as written, typed. I don't remember much about this letter. It was a year later, we were in college, and I'm sure Dorothy had other "suitors" to spend her time on than this creep---may he rest in his anonymous peace.