Previous Dear John letters shared with you a glimpse of my relationship with a friend and with a mother. But what of the rest? What of the long-time-ago's, once-was', maybe-will-be's, still-together's, I'm-sorry-I's and only-if's? What of the fathers, brothers, friends, teachers and lost-ones to whom I owe so much yet understand so little how to adequately express my gratitude for the magnitude of their actions upon my efforts at living?
In continuing pursuit of what I've attempted before, Dear John, Letters from a Friend: Conversation(s) Three in a Series intends to share more with more. It will be an open display of multiple letters written to multiple long-time-ago's, still-together's, and I'm-sorry-I's. It will be an open display of my relationships with others, with myself, and then with strangers. It will be an open display of words I've said, actions I've taken, mistakes I've had trouble admitting to. And it will be me, on open display.
Unlike Dear John, Letters from a Friend: Conversations One and Two, which were anonymous wheat-pastes, mailbox drops, and small shop lagniappe, I too will be on display. All day I'll be with the letters, in case you'd like to share some conversation about them, about you, about us, or about anything at all. Blank paper and black ink pens will also be attending, in case you'd like share some conversation with your own long-time-ago, still-together, or I'm-sorry-I.
Coming this week to the corner of Frenchmen and Decatur, a hanging installation of letters from a friend. Your presence is cordially requested, your participation is earnestly appreciated, and your own letter to a friend is eagerly anticipated in a mailbox somewhere, sometime soon.
