Dear Cyndy,

Just now I blind-copied to your sbcglobal.net e-mail address
a letter I wrote to my cousin Marion about history,
and since you are the historian-in-residence so to speak,
I thought you deserved a copy. You wrote me that your
aol.com e-mail address had been re-established, but since
the letter was stamped with the sbcglobal.net address, I infer
an inadvertent slip-up on your part. Just to make sure, I'll
mail this to both sbc and aol, and I apologize for the
unavoidable duplication. If you next letter is stamped
with the sbcglobal.net return address, I'll forget aol.

With respect to the possible Canaan building project, it might
help if I recapitulated my experience, that what matters to me
more than the product is the process. I'll be repeating myself
when I recite Aristotle's distinction that fundamentally, human
activity is not making, but doing; that the activity itself
rather than that which it produces is the source of satisfaction
if not indeed of happiness.

It's only this rationale which has made my Nantucket project
feasible, which transforms the annoying interruption of a
cease, desist and abate illegal plumbing order into an 
exhilarating opportunity to submit to the Supreme Judicial Court
of Massachusetts an impromptu exhibit consisting a) with respect to
the Town of Nantucket: of i) fabricated evidence, ii) falsified Board
of Selectmen minutes, iii) forged electronic records of a Board of
Selectmen meeting; b) with respect to Nantucket Superior Court
protection of the foregoing (criminal) behavior with a grant of
defacto sovereign immunity; c) with respect to the Board of State
Examiners of Plumbers and Gasfitters: of i) fabricating evidence
in order to try to conceal ii) gross violations of regulatory statutes
and regulations concerning the conduct of adjudicatory hearings;
d) with respect to Justice MacDonald of Suffolk Superior Court: 
of ignoring his own records, - which is the polite and judicially 
acceptable way of saying that Judge MacDonald lied and falsified 
in order to reach the decision he deemed politically expedient. 
If they still had gallows on the Boston Common, that's where they 
would hang me; and in the contemporary climate, I have no way of 
predicting how they will punish me. I'll let you know when it happens. 
Meanwhile, as the Cunard people used to advertise: "Getting there is 
half the fun." Ultimately, of course, the Appeals Court's, or if it 
comes to that, the Supreme Judicial Court's judgment will reflect on 
the judges rather than on the appellant, - but that's not consideration
which will do me any good.

This afternoon's program consists in taking the household garbage
to the local dump, and then, after coming home, building the literary
furniture for displaying the legal garbage in the novel. Truth is 
indeed stranger than fiction.

Stay well and give my best to Ned.

Jochen