17 pages updating his stay at Club Fed are crammed into my post box this morning. The 1st two pages are carefully printed and I can read them with out getting out my fat neon yellow highlighter to point out the words and paragraphs that he has to redo and send back ( a long 2 week process). After that the printing starts to disintegrate and turn to scrawl which I painstakingly try to decipher, but when a whole word is represented by little more than a wavy, bumpy line I have to pick out the words I can read in the surrounding text and make a stab at what I think they could be. It is a tedious and time consuming process but we have decided to document this journey in detail.
He tells me about the commissary. A small "store" where they can buy a limited amount of goods at hefty high retail prices. They don't actually get to physically shop there, but fill out a form and the goods come back to them a few days later. Here is an excerpt from his Chronicles on the Gray Planet regarding shopping:
Well... this is a continuation of the gray planet commissary which this month happens three times sort of like leap year once every indeterminate orbit. As usual there is horse trading. I need a notebook and a pen for my food for thought and others need Pringles or Pepsi... in a limited supply... so I trade a six pack of Pepsi... and have a corner on that market and I get a note book and a bic pen... fair trade... then I get some granola bars, Ritz crackers for Dr. Neck and I get a pair of athletic shoes so that I can exercise and not shred the only pair I was able to buy because you can only buy one pair per commissary and I have had only one commissary during my first two weeks on the gray planet lucky me. All around her of the sounds of commissary trading just like Wall St. only MDC.
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