Across the Spectrum:The Interdisciplinary Life and Letters of John G. Neihardt (‘Flaming Rainbow’)

I fell into a deep sleep last night, and awoke some hours later remembering that you asked me if I had been at Niagara Falls and my answering yes. I don't know why I gave that answer. I've been in Buffalo several times, but never went to the Falls, altho' I intended to go. I must have been "tired in the head" when I answered. I did feel a bit woozy and "far away".

I feel wonderful this morning, and I'm wondering where you dear people are — bless the precious Three of You! I hope you did reach Boise. I realize more clearly now that you lost much needed time for me. I realize everything more clearly, and what a memory that

trip has left me! Such memories are real wealth. I even like to think of old man Stuart kicking at night. He can come to my home and kick me whenever he likes. I'd love it.

This was intended to be a short note, so I'll not turn it into the letter I'm thinking in your direction. I'll write to Bower from Phoenix. I feel nearer to him than I ever felt before; and I've often longed to know him better.