Yesterday, I had a nightmare that I was asked
with no forewarning to make a speech at a
testimonial dinner for you. I still can’t wake up!
This is the absolute last straw for PSNH
(The Public Service Co.?). That society is like a
disease which must be stopped!
I would have liked to do that assignment
above all others right. Oh, well. I can be glad
about the main part of the day, at least:
That you got the dinner, and most of all,
that you read poems from the new manuscript
which prove once again you are entirely worthy,
apart from any banquet or award.
So the important things did happen,
in spite of all, and to hell with David Cote.
Love,
Wes
A note from McNair about this letter: David Cote is the president of the Poetry Society of New Hampshire, who turned to me at the banquet without any forewarning and asked me to make a speech on Don’s behalf.
