06-21-2022, 05:09 PM
Man, I still can't get over those love letters though...
That was some REAL shit.
It was the '40s, James Arness wasn't mega famous yet, he had no idea that a random creepster would somehow come into possession of those letters ~50 years later and try to auction them.
He was just writing some steamy romantica to his wife.
Writing letters, talking on the phone, coming up with ridiculously over the top shit about seeing her face on the ocean or whatever, like...
I dunno man. He already had this woman, it's not like he was fighting to gain her or something. She was locked down to him at the time.
But still, he wrote.
And he didn't just write...
He wrote THAT.
HE wrote THAT.
Like...
That was some REAL shit.
It was the '40s, James Arness wasn't mega famous yet, he had no idea that a random creepster would somehow come into possession of those letters ~50 years later and try to auction them.
He was just writing some steamy romantica to his wife.
Writing letters, talking on the phone, coming up with ridiculously over the top shit about seeing her face on the ocean or whatever, like...
I dunno man. He already had this woman, it's not like he was fighting to gain her or something. She was locked down to him at the time.
But still, he wrote.
And he didn't just write...
He wrote THAT.
HE wrote THAT.
Like...
