[Author’s note 2015-12-11: I was amazed to find these notes, in perfect condition, from 1977. I have long since forgotten many of the circumstances of the time. Sorry, these notes can be heavily censored, but anyway, please enjoy. The photo is a glacier in Canada in 1977. It's a stock photo, I've never been anywhere near a glacier.]
These characters—chopped up the Xmas tree for firewood. And what a terrible place & way to have to see the new year. Alvina showed me what she meant by her “surprise”. I wasn’t. I can’t really make any resolutions until I have a clearer idea of the future.
Morrison wants to invest in a night club. I’m unconvinced when it comes to borrowing the amount of money this would require. I know nothing of this business, I may be naïve, but there’s no way [a certain lender] makes all that money available without screwing you around pretty badly for some time to come. There are too many bad points.
I would have to start from scratch, it would mean staying here for many years. I can’t stand it after seven months, it is only my ‘time out’ that keeps me going. And the competition—I think Wayne & Jimmy would wipe Mr. Morrison off the map. I’ve said it before—better [to] make 10 grand a year and clear 9, than [make] 100,000 and clear 8—that’s is exactly how it would work with Morrison.
I have no predictions for mankind this year. Except that “stupidity and shortsightedness will remain his most enduring characteristics”. Who said that?
Author’s note 2015-12-11: Wow, 1977. So poo-poo to anyone who says my business sense and money sense don’t go back a ways. Any spelling or grammar mistakes above are part of the original. Alvina was a gal I fooled around with early who eventually showed up again at age 19 with a lot of stretch marks. I can’t handle stretch marks.
These “characters” would be Bill, my guitar player, and Al, a bartender, I’m joking about then giving the Xmas tree such an ignoble end. I could really care less. Xmas is not a big deal in my religion.
Ken Morrison was a pizza parlor owner who was convinced selling booze was a goldmine. But back then in that town, the licenses were so expensive, you had to borrow establishment money. And it is clear what I thought of that at such a tender age.
Wayne & Jimmy were the two other club owners in town. They were rich before they started. We were not, so in the end, I nixed the entire idea. Also, I had never planned to stay in the area and would have left that week, but I got a great paying job that lasted two more years. Then, I split for Seattle.
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