I Don't Know What to Say

I had some great things to write about. I had a PLETHORA of great things to write about. But one of Delta Hotel's good friend's just died.

I just talked to this guy. He called for Delta, but Delta wasn't home. He had these sweet southern manners so he talked to me for a while. COme to think of it, every time I saw him he was happy. He had two little ones. You've never seen such a gentle father. I guess he had a massive heart attack, by the time he got to the hospital, there was nothing anyone could do. He was 35.