This letter is being written almost a year since I underwent recovery from a stroke, one of those rare occasions when, for months, I lay helpless in hospital. Eventually, I was transferred to a hospital in my former home in Ojai, by the friendly hosts of their ‘recovery’ place in this town in which I have lived for the past few years. Naturally, my former home has been reoccupied by its owner, and all my stuff now sits in storage.
So it’s a new life for me—here I am at a venerable 87, looking and feeling at least ten years younger, thanks to the friendly herb—and I have to figure out what I can do. I have already offered to turn my new hosts’ monthly newsletter into a mini-magazine, a task I would joyfully undertake for anybody as it takes one of my very few skills. Apart from interviewing the likes of Marlene Dietrich, Marilyn Monroe, and Woody Allen (and many others celebs) I have written 21 books and worked for half a dozen daily newspapers, including the London Daily Mail, the Daily Mirror, daily papers in Toronto and Tokyo and the New York Times.
So here we are in 2015 and in a few weeks I’ll be 88 and looking 78. Why don’t you drop me a line and tell me if my writing is worth paying for, and if so how much and how often. The new Wilcock magazine’s future will depend upon a small group of future readers.
And whatever happens thank you for your attention in the past.
—your faithful servant, John Wilcock
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Over the past two and a half years, my combined medical and support costs have been more than $230,000. If you’d like to help, use the Paypal donate button, and thank you. —JW