Thanks to Jude for the tip. Should anyone be able to fill in the missing portion of what is still a fascinating read, let me know.
Feb 27, 1969
645 Beacon St.
Boston, Msses, Room 629
Dear Mr. Presley,
Here I am at the old college desk writing you a letter for the first time in my life.
Here I am twenty years old. I have been an "Elvis Presley fan" since my grandfather bought me a copy of Elvis' Golden Records when I was seven. (Since then I have acquired every word you ever recorded, except three.)
You are Elvis Presley. I am Andy Kaufman. One day I shall meet you. I shall shake your hand. I shall say "Hello."
I know you, ya know? I really do know you. I have seen
as yours.) It's just an idea, but if it can't happen, can you arrange for me to just shake your hand and say hello? I mean, I've gone through a heckova lot these past few years, turning people on to you, dragging friends and parties to your movies. I don't even drink, smoke, or curse anymore.
Thanks for everything
(No kiddin', I feel like I'm writin' to Santa Claus or somethin'.)
Andy G. Kaufman