A letter from Patrick in 1983 in which he shares jukebox memories triggered by my own then-recent purchase of “Mr. Music,” a 1963 Wurlitzer, along with his explanation of financial difficulties, a sister asking for money, and wishing that his kids could visit him in Spain.
I like his musings about a devilish contract too.
(Found in my file cabinet’s collection of stuff from Spain.)
I’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.