Lynne, so nice to hear your dulcet tomes, or tones. Nothing like burning ones butt on a nasty steam radiator. Mesh aside, it's still hotter than hell.

Halls of the abandoned, eh?

The whole scene gave me a flattened feeling about it all. Something is so missing, it could absolutely me , I just got this depressed feeling about it. I couln't pick up what it was being put down. I know I'm a relatively neive bastard, what missing in my life. I guess I watch too much T.V. I love you my man, my goodness what would I do whithout you. Johnny Mac.

Went downtown and observed the ghosties and gobelins, princesses and princes. It was a selict few and familes that paraded the streets of Hamp, and was delightful. I took a ride to the hill to see if I could get a feeling for old main. I stood on the grass field where it once exsisted and felt nothing, the spirits are gone and no longer exist. They are at rest and it time for a renewal. As I feel some regret, I feel that a time has past and a new , vibrant new use for a land that saw so much misery. So sad,to bad, I lost a lot, but I'm happy that the burial ground has become renewal ground. The spirits would approve. Bless you my friend, you gave me a forum that I wouldn't have had otherwise. Love you my friend, you are the best in all ways. Johnny Mac.

Damn, Lynne: I feel comfortable when I see just a word from you.

Mott's: My life has been so haunted by your photos of lives gone by.

It's all gone. The main bldg. and it's axcillary partners have been demolished and turned into a strange litlle grassy knoll. There is no sign that it ever existed and now it a cemetary without a monuement. It saddens me and all the other staff workers who used to worked there,but the grieving has not ceased. Ersatz, ersastz and thats what left. The spirit no longer exists and memorories are no more. I mourn in my old age, but I accept what invevitably has come to be. I hope the little kids are arne't haunted by what has gone before them in there little cofortable apt's, but it would be a nice idea to educate what had happened in the hallowed ground that they now live in. Again, Motts, I salute you for saving such an enviorment that will never happen again, I love you my friend wherewhatever you are doing. My best, my very best to you for your service.

Went to visit my old high school in Leominster Ma. and took a tour around it. It's located in a nice neigbhorhood that surprised me that it had been left to decay and insult. I looked in a window and saw pitch black and the smell of decay and nastiness. The outside of building was in pretty good shape, but obviously the inside had been left to the pidgions and collasping floors and ceilings. I could tell it was a Leominster politcal thing, and the city didn't have balls to take and make it in something great and long lasting. I don't live in this city any longer and am totally disapointed in there lack of forethought to make this old school and permanent addition to a city that needs to perserve there old strucures and make them an attraction to coming generatioins. LOSERS:

Burned. In all of hearts of hearts, it will be burned forever. For whatever happened there or not happened there, there was a lot inspiration and a whole mess of desparation. You will always be the man, Motts.

Just a thot. Remember going to the drive in one night with a friend in the trunk with myself and two or three dudies in the car. We made it in no problem. After the show, and a wonderful movie it was, hotroded out of the the place and took a curve too fast and turned my friends car upside down. Damn, his daddy was pissed, and it was really a fine black DeSoto that his dad used at his funeral home. He got into some big trouble, but what hell, we didn't give a big diddly. I think back, and I say Johnny, good grief, I could have done better for a friend. But then again, I was a miscreant and a relative loser so that never happened. Drivin's, just another venue for a misspent youth, but I wouldn't trade it for a million. Love you Mott's, your the best.

It's sorta like Jeapordy. What brings old patients to the lord jesus christ and heaven in hell. Who the hell knows. Give your admireres a break. Mystery my friend, mistery.

Long live the king of photo art.

The sky above is so beautiful and expanive, I can't express the feeling that it elicits. You be the best my man.

Damn, Motts, it just ain't the subject, it's the way you present it. You are so good. Who gives a damn, about the subject, you make it so appealing and special. Who the hell could follow you, a dog act?

Of course, I don't want to forget the Red Rock drivein in Deerfield, where many good times took place.

Hail oh mighty drivein. Did I ever get laid, no, but I got some mighty cheap feels. Lordy, I miss those little tykes of my youth.

It reminds me when we were kids at the Whalom drive in Lunenburg Ma. We'd pile at least three kidns into the trunk for a freebee. When we made it throught we'd all pile out and have a normal, sort of , normal night of drinking beer, getting rowdy and bothering anybody else who actually wanted to watch a movies. We are talking, 52, 53.

It's like a bad wound in the attempt to create beauty.

This shot just turns me around and around. It's so archetectually defined. You are the master my man.

Mean looking, eh?

One of the more nice room at the home. It tells so many stories. It's mind boggling in so many ways. This is the room of a trusted patient who earned it by being a good boy or girl after at least 5 years of institutional care. Bless there balmy souls.

Damn, is this what all my investments were stored. I have been searching for years for this particulard safe. Motts, did you find any of my investments and anuuities from this solid safe. What the hell did they keep in this funky vault, patients valuables? You know and old crappy wallet, three bucks, yards of worthless receipts. Great shot, love you Motts.

Very majestic, eh?

Now we know where Mr. Rogers neighorhood was born. Do you think we might meet the king if we went on board. We'd meet the king and all of the crazy bastards that is us.

Lordy, I'd feel real comfortable taking a leak in such a creative enviorment. It's got the right pastel tiles and the doors that just reek of no privicy.