This letter (Below), inside a manila envelope with the heading, "Don't read but me!" was found on Market Street in San Francisco, California U.S.A:
Dear Jane,
I made it safely to San Francisco to head up the new special work project. Yet, concerning the incredibly dangerous nature of my profession, or more precisely, the dangerous unpredictability that follows my profession, since all our actions are performed when we ---Don't know what we're doing! I, as well, have decided to proceed without a moment of forethought, and or, reasoning, in an effort to start this new special work project just as random, just as unpredictable, as is the nature of my profession, and also, of course, the people in my profession, and, moreover, according to almost everybody, if this is done, this could, with a very high probability, lead to total failure, and maybe, just a little, but not a Federal (State only) catastrophe. And of course, we can, 'live with those numbers', nonetheless Jane, I'll try to get, 'as much out of it', as I can, just like you advised me,
Jane, you know me, and you know I work for BP! They care there.
Jane, I've included in this letter a picture of us at last year's anniversary party (Above photo). Also, I forgot to tell you; I'm drunk!
Love 'ya
