Sunday, June 28, 2009
Cher Ami. - What has become of you? I quit peddling fish when the war broke out, but the old red blanket yet hangs in my ancient boozing ken in Cherry street. For gracious sake write your venerable preceptor at once, same address, unless our long estrangement has rendered it "highly improper" to do so.
Yeah, your guess is as good as mine. I lean toward this being an in-joke. Someone, somewhere got this, I'm sure, and for them it made perfect sense. For the rest of us, it will remain a mystery. The only thing I can tell you for sure is that the war he refers to was, of course, the Civil War. I think Cherry street is most likely Cherry Lane, which is what's now Commerce Street in the West Village of New York. But honestly I'm not even sure about that; there's no Cherry Street that I know of in NYC, nor was there ever, but if it was one long code it could mean something else entirely.
In any event, I will leave you to ponder for yourselves. That's all for today, folks.
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