When I read the headline that Michael Nesmith had died out loud to my wife, I told her, "I have a letter from him."
"Really?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Well, you're full of surprises," she said.
We've known each other 15 years and I had never mentioned the letter. His passing brought it back to mind, and so I went into my home office to find the documentary proof. From a time-worn little manila envelope with a postage meter stamp that says it was mailed from Van Nuys, California on Feb. 23, 1972, I pulled out the letter.
I scanned it into my PC to try to let you read it as is, but the Blogger platform only gives me a few style options, and none of them look really legible when I preview them.
So let me give a little background. I liked Nesmith's albums with his post-Monkees' project The First National Band, especially the third and final one, "Nevada Fighter." (He did more albums including one with a Second National Band, and all of them are worth seeking out, as far as I'm concerned.)
