Rapaire, bring your wrinkly shirts, your skid-marked undies, your overgrown armpits, your redolent attitude and your sparkling wits. But leave your guns at home, son, don't bring them guns to town. You-all will be most disappointed effen you don't heed my words as they won't letcher on the plane widdem.

Anyway we'll have a fine dinner out somewhere and see if we can make peace. Otherwise Pocatello's gonna really be pissed about losin' their fundraisin' librarian.

Say, what's the secret code to new babies? I just had a visit from my new grandson, seven weeks old and mewling and peeing in his mother's arms. But CUTE???!!!! Dang, ya never saw such cutitude!! To die for!! How come a kid of mebbe 13 pounds can melt down a whole room full of able bodies adults like that? Li'l fuzzy head and tiny fingers and wee lady-killing smile and twinkle of baby eye --- I swan, it is definitely more than any average grownup can resist. How do they DO that? But whatever the secret code is, ya gotta love 'em for using it on you.

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