wealthy words

By noon, I finally complete my initial review of a real page-turner:  New York Real Estate for Salespersons.   I have taken 80 pages of notes since I began my review about 10 days ago.

The rest of this week I’ll spend studying my notes and taking the chapter-ending quizzes. I need a break before beginning.

On view at Sotheby’s are Springsteen’s original 1974 Born to Run lyrics, torn from a spiral-bound, lined notebook. I walk over to take a look.  The single page of lyrics expects to sell for between $70,000 and $100,000.  The original lyrics don’t much resemble the final ones, but the familiar refrain is there.

I start wandering around, and find signed letters from Abraham Lincoln and George Washington.  But more interesting to me is a letter from John Lennon to some guru.

Then I see love letters from Mick Jagger to someone named Leticia (or Trish) Ladden, sent in 1965. 

If only any of my ex-boyfriends were to become enormously famous, I could consider auctioning their letters, as I likely still have them.    The same year that Bruce was registering his thoughts on lined paper, on another lined sheet, I received this letter from my boyfriend at the time. 

The last line from this three-page letter still makes me smile.