Dear Cyndy,

It's hard to believe that I've finally completed
the drafting of all the documents for my appeal.
The most recent, which I completed about 10 minutes ago,
is an application to the Supreme Judicial Court for
direct appellate review. (I attach a copy for your
entertainment, to give you an idea how I have
been spending my time. You must feel free to delete
it unread.) If this application is accepted - perhaps
a 30% chance, - then the likelihood of prevailing
in the appeal is much enhanced. I'll also have to
print 11 more copies of the 50 page brief and
the 200 page record appendix. The application itself
requires 18 copies to the Supreme Judicial Court,
one copy each to the Appeals Court and the two
defendants, and two copies for myself. I plan to
use the free time that I now have, to putting the
house in order, - with a vengeance.

Concurrent with the drafting of the legal papers,
I've been reflecting on your essays about the farm
and the war, and about my interpretations of them.
It seems inescapable to me that your fondness of
your memories reflects the innocence of being 
oblivious of history, your own, your family's and
the world's. In my vocabulary: Schicksalslosigkeit.
Am I wrong? The emotional struggles came later, and
in the rear-view mirror of adulthood, Heyshott
appeared like Eden. Arguably the reason I couldn't
fit in, because I was burdened by history, already
then.

Tonight I seem unable to find my way out of the
labyrinth of legal concepts. "Frivolous" is the
term that echoes in my mind. The reason I refrained
from appealing the dismissal for mootness of my
earlier case with Nantucket, after they had held
up for a year the Certificate of Appropriateness 
that they owed me relying on fabricated evidence.
At that time the Superior Court forced them to
give me the Certificate, but refused to adjudicate
the forged DVD of the Board of Selectmen's hearing
with which they had mocked me, and refused to
address the issue of fabricated evidence, finally
dismissing the case as being moot. At that time,
I had considered appealing the dismissal on the
grounds that the Certificate had been issued in
bad faith, - but came to understand just in time,
that the Appeals Court would have considered such
an appeal as frivolous, - since the contested
Certificate had been issued. Not so to my way of
thinking. It turns out that the Appeals Court and
I have different notions of frivolity. I don't
consider it frivolous at all to try to extract
from its concealment the outrageous conduct of
the Town that the court has swept under the rug.
On the other hand, I do consider it frivolous
when the appellate judges get out a ruler to
measure the width of the margins, the size of
the print, and the spacing of the lines on
documents that are submitted to them, looking
for excuses to reject the submissions. I suspect
there are interesting months ahead of me.

Tonight there's nothing but legal detritus 
cluttering my mind. Tomorrow as I mentioned
I'll start cleaning up the house, then get
to work on my novel, or try to do some work
on my diaries. There's no realistic expectation
of writing anything of substance this evening.

Good night.

Jochen