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Playboy Towers Memo Dearest Davie Boy: Thanks for taking care friend when she was in I was envious when she me how things went. of the Austin. told J In the heart of Cleveland \(j ot Euclid Avenue and East 12th Stre , city’s finest clubs, stores nd. office buildings nearby. Attractively ceiSelr,/ rooms with bath, TV and air-conditioning. JREE parking FREE ice. HILTON IZ a> wt .e _ ,f ehilif/72, ‘144 0–g44,6, -ems c’ 2. From my X-rated rated mailbox By David Williams Austin Since I met Jim Boren, I hide from my postman. It’s all because of those postcards. Jim travels a lot. see, and he whiles away the time as he waits for planes and such by sending postcards to me and other innocent victimsalways postcards, so they can be read by the postman and the whole blue-eyed world. Take this one from New Orleans, bearing the return address Harley’s Detective Agency.” One of these assures me, a contented married man for nearly 20 years, that a paternity suit will be dropped if I’ll buy an insurance policy for the child’s education. Another asks if my wife, a Virginian, ever worked in Norfolk under the name Gi Gi La String. A tourist postcard from Guatemala tells me, “I’ll help raise bail for Cousin Hiram when I return to the states. I really have a Cousin Hiram, but so far as I know, he’s never been to jail. Then again, how well do I really know Cousin Hiram? More to the point, how did I ever get to know the man whose fiendish mind turns out X-rated postcards at the drop of a reputation? Like a lot of other folks. I met my undoing in Washington, D.C., where Jim and I worked together on the staff of a United States senator. Mama always told me politics would get me into trouble, but I didn’t listen. Jim is known to his creditors, his draft board, and the clients of his Washington consulting firm as Dr. James H. Boren. He started life in Oklahoma but did most of his growing up in the Lone Star state. Life has been good to him: he is blessed with a lovely wife, two handsome sons, several college degrees, a Texas-sized sense of humor, a derby hat, and a psychedelically painted outhouse. He also has pen, will travel. My wife, who’s mortified by Traveling Jim’s postcards”what will the neighbors think?”comes in for her share of the kidding. “Sorry about last week in Dallas,” says a card to her. “Just couldn’t make it. My wife was in town.” What indeed do the neighbors think? They get plenty of opportunities to eavesdrop on this one-sided correspondence, since Jim often sends the cards to a slightly wrong street number to make sure they get the chance to read them. \(They are probably not deterred by the fact that he often stamps the cards “Top Secret” or scribbles “Confidential” Take this one: “David: She don’t want no operation, but she’s real reasonable like. Since you and me was around about the same time, I figure we can split the costs, but, David, she wants a name so we got to work something out. Now your wife is broader minded on these things than my wife, so I’ll leave that part up to you. I’m going on a trip down the Amazon and I’ll be in touch when I get back next October. Best of luck. Your friend and partner, Harley.” Or this, from Toronto: “Thanks for your help with the bail money. You done better by me than President Nixon did by his boys for doing about the same thing. If I get the book thrown at me later, I’ll ride it on out, but I want a written agreement on the money and I don’t want you sayin’ ugly things about me in the papers if they learn about your personal part.” Jim has spent a lot of his life in politics, a fact reflected in a card from “Harley’s Ghost Writing Service”: “Sorry, but we are so busy that we cannot do the work for you at this time. We are researching Grimm’s for an explanation of the government’s policy on Latin America.” Latin America holds a special spot in Jim’s heart since, after stints as a college professor and an administrative assistant to Sen. Ralph Yarborough, he became the youngest man to hold a senior executive position in the State Department. It was in 1961 that he was named deputy director of the International Cooperation Administration mission to Peru. He traveled extensively, learned to speak fluent Spanish, explored the Amazon, and came up with the inspiration for the 7s z , \(/2-e by COLOURPIC BOSTON, MASS. 18 MAY 11, 1979