Dear Shy and Secretive Santa,

You're DAMN good!, while I've been merely good. Not only did you you get the goodies through the international mails without having to give yourself away, there's still no indication in the package of exactly who you are except the box of great goodies (or is that good greaties?) that reveal your Sussexual persuasion, if not your name, or even gender. You can't get much more local color than a Scan Tester tribute CD, which I'm scanning and testing as I write, as well as local postcards to get the flavor and lay of the land and some tasty looking local confections to boot! (I'll have to PM Kendall & Jaqui about the Kendal Mint Cakes after I've tried them and vouched for both the taste and the boasted about "energy boost"). Postal Restrictions being what they are, a T-Shirt and a bookmark (Since you've given me a sense of place, I appreciate you giving me a way not to lose it) from Harvey's Sussex Bitter will have to do until I can sample the real thing.

Last May, I was able to experience the area my Santa lived in and described in my present on my UK trip. I hope to get back some time this year, so maybe I can get to see Seaford and Lewes without having to go up to nearby Delaware to do so and find mere nostalgia inspired imitations.

Having partially "scanned and tested", I can say I want to learn "A Rakish Young Fellow" already!

Thank You, Masked Person!