"Fosse:
I'm sorry I didn't meet you in Los Angeles; my trip to UCLA was so rushed that I didn't have a chance to get in touch.
I'm now back in San Francisco, and your letter from June 15th has been on my mind, but for a while, I didn't know what to write back to you.
Some things have settled down recently, and I felt like there were some things I wanted to say, so I'm writing you this letter, sorry for the long gap.
It's already July in the blink of an eye. When I last received the letter you wrote me, I was just about to go with my younger brother to Los Angeles for a UCLA basketball team tryout.
I was received by a big guy named Mark-Eaton, I'm quite tall myself, and I have met others taller than me.
But Mark-Eaton is really a giant, a true giant. I felt small in front of him.
