My latest project is emptying out every single nook and cranny of my office. I have a lot of getting-rid-of to do around here. As can often be the case in the midst of such a project, I found something good while I was at it. There was a time in our young lives when my brother left our home in Massachusetts to spend some time living with my father and his wife in Northern California. While he was there, he sent the following letter to my sister and me:
- Jaime - Okay, slime queen, what'll it be, sulfuric acid with human hair? Gin and tonic? Rum and coke? What? I'll bet you don't know what I'm gonna bring back for you. Yeah, that's right, an actual hunk of surfboard. Wanna do lunch? I do. Well, I'm certainly not going to shake your pepper or crush your ice, and I'm certainly not going to pee on your burger, honey, cause I'll be wearin' pin stripes. Save your dough, honey, cause when I get back, let's you and me go to Boston together for a day. Yes? Groovy. I love you. Make Jess, Nance and everybody (including you), write to me.
- Sarah - Well, suckertage, how's it goin', hostess ho-ho? Bless your little whipped-cream heart, sugar-coated banana boat with rainbow sprinkles! Oh, don't get offended, honey, I'm just jerkin' your chain. Jerk, jerk. My god! Sarah! I have enough facial hair to grow a beard and a moustache now! Wow! I'll grow a beard! Yeah! NO! Never! I love you!!! You little brat.
- - Zak