Hallo, Mom, and welcome back Bro! We went to the mopuntains for an evening and stayed in a quaint old Hotel dating from the 1890's, all touched up nice and friendly and quaint as hell, in a small town that turns everythign off by 8 PM and turns dead silent, with only the pine breezes to remind you that the world is in motion. Very restful place.

Rapaire, if it really has sequins I'll pass. Besides if I give you my mailing address, there's no end to the things youc ould mail me, like battery-operated singing cartoons or talking fishes and I might have a heart attack.

But welcome back anyway!


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