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"Dear Johnny, Thanks for that letter. I am now famous. Famous by the rules of public famiousity. It snuck up on me and pulverized me. To quote Mr. Freud, I get quite paranoid." "Bob, got your letter. Tonight, I sit in the wake of one more hard rain. I was in, uh, New York last week, saw a bunch of folk singers that couldn't hold a chigger on your ass. Well, I'll see you in Newport come spring. Until then, track mud on somebody's carpet."

1961 // 1965