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I'm posting this letter

on the internet

for all the

young and modern people

who follow these notes

(once in a while and not very often)

occasionally now

by this old geezer

charlie 777

 

when I was young

& adventurous

in the mid 70's

there in our time

 

I took a job

at first --- I felt fine ---

way way up in  Canada's mining regions

about 500 miles north

of the last railway line

 

it snowed like hell

straight on

for 17 months

 

I swear

I never saw the sun

not even once

 

the snow piled up outside

and always extremely cold

it came close

to 13 feet high

it almost touched the sky

 

my cabin was pretty well

right out of sight up there

& totally black as coal

what a nut place,     what a rat hole

 

the thermometer

read 80 below

now mind you

thats not in

celsius or centigrade

or anything metric

 

that's in good old

FAHRENHEIT

to help this 

older gent

 

keep things ok in his head

and keep things straight

and to just forget about

what other folks thought or said

 

at nights

I got bundled up

in all kinds of different layers

of very heavy duty bedding

 

like genuine eskimo parkas

full body ski-doo suits

siberian sleeping bags

and sometimes

EVEN WOLVERINE PELTS

 

I often thought to myself

if by chance there are some

polar bears

 

still alive out there

--they alone --

---would --- probably ---

--- know how I ---

-- felt ---

 

when I mentioned

that it was 17 months

of nothing at all

but black dead winter

 

sooner or later

everyone & anyone

up there

 

learns how to pray

or maybe

just a short silent prayer

to ask god to be fair

 

to somehow show them

----- HOW TO GET TO HELL -----

----- OUT OF THERE -----

 

but being completely

honest (to GOD) now

everyone reading this today

has got to know

what I'm trying to say

 

I'll confess right now

 

I was stuck up there

for 1 year, 9 months

12 days and

1 solid week   -----  so to speak

 

it was really, really cold

a very strange yet remarkable

winter

 

where the wood

for the cooking stove

was always frozen

 

(I know you've

probably already

guessed it by now)

 

but the doggoned stuff

wouldn't cut or split

it would only splinter

 

after all it ----was just another----

 

DUMB--ASSED

old fashioned

CANADIAN WINTER

 

but seriously now

just for a change of pace

this posting wasn't

supposed to be the case

to talk about one of my

-- Paul Bunyan--

-- Walt Disney stories---

 

it was meant to be sent

to an incredibly beautiful

young blond woman

born & raised in Toronto

Ontario’s capital city

 

just down the road

--- A way's ----

 

where the women have

tons of class

& lots of natural

 --- chaste - styles --

 

but most of all

they're just really really pretty

just down the road

 --- A way's ----

 

over there in Ontario's

 --Capital City ---

 

but this one blond woman

I have never even met

or had the pure blind luck

 

to say -----hi-----

or maybe to have-----

a brief dance

or just look at her for a moment

 

but from this older fella

from a small farming town

TO AN ---ACTUAL - FOR -- REAL---

 --- CELEBRITY---

 

A SINGER/SONGWRITER

what else can I say

BUT    WOW    &    HOLY    COW

just before I run away

 

but what on God's green earth

would I do or say

 

--if I ever did meet her ---

-- I just know myself ----

-- I'd blush -clam-up---and--

--- I'd probably really would ---

--- simply run away---

 

-- if it did ever come to pass --

--that we met on that very day ---