I’m kinda ticked off right now. I spent the better part of the morning digging up enough change to call Kathy in Illinois. I got no answer at her house. No big deal. I thought she might be at David’s. I got a blasted recording at David’s, and it cost me $1.75 to find out he wasn’t home. Next I tried Scott’s, and it cost me another $1.75 to find out he wasn’t home from his little kid. Argh!
June 28, 1987: No Contact