Wednesday, January 9, 2013


• Freya" "Well, I've made it to 59, that's pretty cool. So how do you like your new job? I really was glad to hear that, that came along for you. You stick with it, do your best like I know you will." "So it has gotten warm here. We had 2 or 3 days of 105, but the wind always blows a little, so it's pretty pleasant. Lots of green. There is a cotton field outside the fence. They have a really big garden here, a lot of the boys are working on it. It looks like you can grow about anything on it." "I went from 189-164 in about 8 days, all fluid. The pills I've been taking are finally taking a hold of me. They are going to take me to Abilene to see a specialist to see how far along the genotypes have gotten. There are 3 levels. I'll most likely be able to finally get treatment and get rid of anywhere from 50% to 80% of it. Rhonda has sent me a lot of materials on the matter. She is pretty smart, come to find out. She's getting ready to go back to work here soon. I sent you guys a big envelope filled with many things. You guys can split them up. There will probably be at least on thing each of you guys will like. Oh, and I made an attempt at Jackson Pollack. It's in there with the rest of that stuff. I've done a real good mural of Aztec art on my cell wall. I like it. You know, it's a funny thing. When I was a boy on the farm, my bedroom was smaller than my cell. The door that lead to it went through the bathroom, which was composed of a slop jar.

All the what ifs...

Tuesday, January 8, 2013


To my dearest Freya: "Well, how the hell are you, baby doll? Haven't written in a while and I needed to. So, I hope you and the girls are doing good. I miss you so very much,. I know you don't have no time to write much. Well, I guess Annie is back in school. I hope she does good. Are you still working at the same place? How's your car doing? I know nothing but mindless questions, ha." "So, did those alarms do any damage up that way? I guess Jimmy and Eurith got through it alright, and Jay also down in Florida. I don't envy him and his family living down there. I guess it was ok but if I to live below the sub-tropic line I think I'd go to the Caymans or Brazil. I guess that's just what'd I do, though." "I'm sending some cut-outs. Do you recognize Hunter Thompson? You can always give them to Annie if you don't want them. I saw that Cheryl Crow thing I probably already told you about. I also saw the tribute to Johnny Cash. There was a real good duet with Cheryl. I don't watch many new shows, but I do like "Charmed". I still watch new and reruns of "3rd Rock from the Sun" and "Raymond". Oh well, so much for TV. They offer college courses, too. "I've been working on my federal appeal and my sentence reduction. I may have to have a couple of letters from you and the girls on how much you need me to be there to help with the family. I'll send you some information as to what I need. I've got to have my sentence reduction in by December 31st, 1999, so hopefully you girls can be prompt when I ask for your help. I don't meant to sound funny or anything, but I'll need what I ask for right away. I hope you aren't too busy to help me. Thanks. If I can get my sentence broke to numbers I got a real good chance to bail out on my first parole date, 10/6/2006. If I get a small bottom number like 20 years, I'll be eligible for parole a lot sooner. Well see, but I have no criminal record, even though they tried to create one for me, so all this is in our favor. Wish me good luck." "I know I'd like to be you guys out. I remember all the little things that we've done, and how we've been. There are not that many people who have done what and I have. Those 3 girls know things most never will know in a lifetime, and I believe this, and I am not ashamed. It was my life, and I make no apologies. I'm very proud of you all." "I like Marilyn Mansons' new video. It's about the Kennedy Assassination. Speak of which, how about John Jr? Did I write about that in my last letter?" "I'm waiting for "The Mummy" to come out on TV. Tonight they had "The Matrix". "The Mexican Maidens pick and sing of Billy The Kid, the boy bandit king". - Ry Cooder "I seen that crazy ass Keith on that Crow special "The Walking Dead", he said "I'm glad to be here, hell I'm glad to be anywhere". Ha, how true." "It was a night, when your fingernails turn purple, And you can't seem to clear a single hurdle, Nothing lives in the marsh, but the myrtle, And your life-giving force became infertile, The hare is dead, long live the turtle! Expect that letter for info soon I love and miss you all very, very much! Love always, Dale H Happy-B Day! "To My Dearest Freya Elizabeth", "To whom I vow my love, to the very last breath To whom I now never have have to guess Whom I love more than I love myself With you and I, these lives conceived With you, the love believed With thanks they were received Now there aren't any others No sisters, no brothers Now it's just you and I Now is the reason why Beyond our earthly bounds we fly Freya and I With love of love beyond long gone Is the name of the song No one was ever wrong The vows I made in my heart 25 years ago Are the only things remaining of me that you know."Dale Harper, 7/5/96

Love Birds

Sunday, March 18, 2012

is he in heaven now?

Yes he is."He's in a diner right now eating cheeseburgers with his family."

Yummy Food

I have never found any other Mexican restaurant besides in Laramie, Wyoming that can compare to making the best stuffed sopapilla's with honey.I would travel over 3000 miles just to eat one of their enchiladas!

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Beyond Comparison

I’m very happy to share this wonderful gift, a letter that I received, to add to my blog today. Some people never really know what pure love is. It’s something we can’t see or hold. So even if you’re locked behind bars, nothing can take this kind of love away. Time- nor- death stops the heart- and- soul, from always knowing one another through the vast universe of possibilities. I adore the kind of rare love described in this letter, that reminds me of my parents.

Dearest Julieanne,

Hey, beautiful! I truly hope that this letter finds you in the absolute best of all circumstances these days. I'm doing well, drawing for several hours, and now I'm putting that to the side, so I can make for certain my love has something to smile about in her mailbox on this coming Saturday. I guess I'll just have to see if my sister shows up on Saturday, or if I'm even called up there. I'm pretty excited to see her, and I'm so eager to talk to her, telling her about you even further, and our relationship. Mainly speaking on the feelings that I possess for Julieanne Noel. I really can't wait to share with her, I'm sure I'll be a rambling fool, but expressing what is true is refreshing to me. I don't talk with any of the people that I'm around about very meaningful stuff, it can be best to keep it trivial, and not be the dude who is open, discussing his personal biz. I've never been that way. When I go outside, I'll do some routine (workout), and then literally spend the remaining hours looking off in the distance. Nothing is visible but the inner structure of the prison, this yard. However, a somewhat decent field of grass exists in the middle. I walk on a path that cuts through it every time I'm escorted to a visit. There is a clear view of the sky, it's a nice one. Sometimes I'll see these mini airplanes cutting through the sky, they get pretty close too. So, yeah.. you can always count on the fact I'm always thinking about you, especially whenever I'm out at yard. Breathing the same air you are, only a short drive apart physically. I imagine how instead of the idea that you are staring up at the same clouds somewhere near, that someday soon we will be together directly under the beauty of the sky, preferably an overcast one. For sure we'll be wearing our exploring pants those days, and take a drive to a place we can be alone, to do what we wish.

Don't think I've forgotten about the requested flix of your room. The Hot Mama Lair, I'm only familiar with the corners of your bed at the moment, and I'm certain that there is so much more to observe. A vivid image of you sleeping in it will be even more so, even though I know it probably resembles a ball of blankets with you somewhere under there, sleeping away. I'd probably end up waking my wife from her rest, I know, I'm terrible, but that is the truth. I'd try my best to refrain so that you could get the necessary sleep, especially due to the erratic schedule you follow, where at times you are cleary lacking the precious snooze time. Believe me, I'll keep you exhausted/worn down/and tired plenty when I come home. For a long time, I promise you this.

Even though I didn't get to see you as usual Saturday, I really hope that you will take the moment to realize how much it is I truly love you. I'll never expect anyone else to understand the strength of our bond and the passionate flames that rage from it. All I can do is wish upon them that they will be so lucky one day to of been granted the same amazing gift. I am rich beyond any wealth I've ever considered obtaining, I find myself happier in the middle of the night when I briefly awaken, than I've ever felt on the most pleasant days I've ever experienced when I didn't find myself locked behind a door. I'm not sure if I was ever searching for you, because I don't think I ever really believed you existed. I could see finding someone whom could offer the typical good times but never someone I'd feel incomplete or lost without. A woman I'm connected to on an emotional level that justifies the meaning of forever. You are as much part of me, as I am of myself, and that isn't something that simply changes in the blink of an eye, as so many things do in this world. We are family in every part of the definition, and we are a perfect family at that. We need nothing else, or more, being physically in reach is the only improvement. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you, for us. It's crazy how much more of a lifetime we have ahead to spend with each other, and then as fate has it, we will find each other again in the next. I feel as if that has just been proven in this one, by what occurred by our paths crossing as they did. There is absolutely no doubt that you are the one true love of my soul, the other half of my heart, and with it not present, what is held within my chest doesn't beat. I was so used to the cold touch of it and had figured out how to embrace comfort regardless of this. What you've done, naturally by the tender warmth of your love spilling light into where there was solely darkness, has awakened me to breathe life for the first time. To taste the essence of beauty, and to see the perfect gem that is nothing less than the single reason I'm assured that love is mine to own. You've given me everything, and I live to give you the same. Devotion is my path, Babe, one that I could run along with my eyes closed, and never lose direction to the destination our hearts call me towards. I never fathomed sitting here, anywhere, and telling a woman the things I express to you. I can imagine doing nothing else, and choose to say anything but is almost offensive to me. That is how I see it, to compare you to anyone - offensive, an incomparable notion that is as comical, as it is ridiculous. You are so much more special than you give yourself credit for, Babe. The understanding you'll come to see, is something I anticipate with great happiness, and by the time I can hold you in my arms, you'll hold a completely new belief of the woman you truly are. I think that will make us both incredibly full of smiles.

I love you, and feel this love surround you and move throughout you today. I'm besides you nonstop, whispering every disclosure my heart releases, reminding you repeatedly, You are my air. Take care of my wife for me, and I'll see you soon, Ok.

Love and Respect,