May 15, 2011
Dear Good Friends,
Oh? Were you expecting a recipe? If the answer is yes, then I am so sorry; and please accept my apology, but only if you feel that I misled you. This is all about what I call a Patty Melt. It's mail from Patty that melts away my inhibitions, and makes me laugh. It makes me laugh so hard I laff.
Now, I don't think she'll mind me sharing this laff with you. Patty's a good egg. Good egg? Wow. I've read too many Peanuts strips. But, read on, and you'll get my meaning.
I've been thinking on how to decipher possible coordinates for that Parallel Uni since I was a kid. Patty's not the first to speak of it. I think Erma Bombeck mentioned it before as well. Maybe I should write to Stephen Hawking for help?
I've lost things and found them years later. Used to think that Thing Stephen King wrote about had a hand in things-gone-missing. You know that Thing I'm talking about. The one that lives under kids' beds. The Thing adults don't believe in. Uh-huh. You know the one.
So . . . The state of Texas is quite a state, but who knew we'd gone gerrymandering? I laugh every time I even think of this fun letter. I wasn't going to post tonight, but I couldn't help it. Unique mail, like a Patty Melt is worth breaking my word over. And, Patty? I'm sure cartographers everywhere would grin, lol, guffaw, and slap the dash too, if they got such great mail.
Write on, y'all!