I was doing some early spring cleaning today (in preparation for Spring, I suppose) and came across two cryptic postcards sent me from Eric in the early 1990’s. At that time, I was stationed in Hawaii while Eric was a missionary in Florida. It’s very mysterious stuff, full of intrigue and secrecy.

Check out this postcard from 9 September, 1992 (a day before my 21st birthday):

9/9/92
Hey man,
I hope you got your package & card & stuff OK. Look on the front of the card for hidden subliminal messages if you haven’t already found them. I just got transferred to Jacksonville. Here’s my address:
Elder Eric D. Dixon
6090 Terry Rd. Apt. 1404
Jacksonville, FL 32216
My phone number is now (904) 731-0559, but nix on calling ’til I scope the situation, see if I can manage it. I’ll let you know. Well, take care & I’ll catch you later man,
Love,
Eric D. Dixon

And here is one dated 7 months later:

4/19/93
Hey man,
Send back my King Crimson boxed set, and my Robert Fripp, Enya, Sundays, 10,000 Maniacs, Bela Fleck, Andreas Vollenweider, Adrian Belew, R.E.M, and Peter Gabriel. I’ll reimburse you for whatever the postage is. Also, you can call me after 9:30pm (my time). I’ll just act surprised, like “How’d you get my number?” Things are pretty good here. He’s not as cool as I’d like, but it’s much better than before. Take care & have a day.
Love,
Eric D. Dixon

Interesting stuff. It’s humorous when you take into account the intricate steps we had to take just to talk to each other on the phone as he was not allowed to at the time. It’s a missionary thing, you wouldn’t understand. Quite frankly, I never really understood either.