Tips for Researchers

I didn’t find the letter. I found a dozen of them — and at least a dozen more I hadn’t known I would want. And now, after all those miles, all that microfilm, and all those questions asked one more time, the story behind that letter is finally online.

The man took one look at the name, ran out the door, jumped into his truck, and tore off down the road trying to catch a van. He never did. By the time he reached North Fork, he turned around, went back to the store, and copied down my address.