Dear Sandy,

The sands of time were running out and who am I to go against the grains, but I was getting anxious about finally hearing from and about you. More words and hints from you that I can turn around and distort would be apprieciated, as there are not that many writing and taunting days before Christmas.

I have all with the three brothers as DVDs but have all of the movies with the four brothers as VHS and am looking to upgrade some of the the high water Marx of their careers.

I definately believe in Sandy Claws, because I own a cat and maintain a cat box. However, the Marx Brothers always maintained there is no sanity clause.

Thanks for your emergence before I had to take emergency measures, give or take an inch. No posse needed now to search you out..