Oh, please do come, Amos. Forget about what Rap said about guns. I think he is going to take them all up in the hills one of these days and bury them in a beautiful leather-lined coffin he just made for them. But please do come, and you too, Stilly, and Janie, and Little Hawk, and MMario. MOM's been hinting about how much she would like to have a family reunion. Eh?

Eiseley