Dear Mr. Ej. may I just call you "Lonesome"?

I fear I've been misunderstood again. It is the curse of my people. Perhaps my friend has not translated my message properly, for although to make you smile, brings lotus blossoms to my life, to have you find me "funny" could make me as sad as Ms. Fly.

I will try once more.

Mr. Catspaw has been very truthful with me in his many e-mails and although he is a troubled man (Wako-San, in my tongue) I understand that being the CEO of Mudcat Inc. can affect one's regularity. I am a man, just like you, Joe Offer, Carol C, and Amergin, the drinker. I love the American folk Music by great artists like Bobby Goldsboro (his Honey made me cry) and Neil Young. His song about American Farm troubles (The needle and the damaged Dung) is surely a classic. I am not what some of the Mudcatters would call a "traddie Laddie", for I also love artists like the late Al Jolson. His song about meeting one of my country's most reverered Captains' of industry (Climb up on my knee Sony Boy) spurred many a worker to double their morning output of push-ups.

So you see Lonesome, may I call you "Some"? I ask only to be taken seriously.

Hiroshi

P.S. How 'bout d'ose Bums! You see, I'm a baseball fan as well.