Address it to my friend Doug.
I don’t have a Maria in my life so I have to write my own letters. This letter is for you, and you no doubt get the musical reference, corny as it is.
I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately and would have called except I don’t know your number. Or if you have a phone. This blog is the only way I know to get in touch with you. When I write a blog post, I’ll inevitably get a blog comment that starts , “Yay Chicken posted again”, before launching into an entertaining and relevant story about one time or another from a seemingly endless well of stories. I love seeing that line and I love those stories.
I’ve been trying to think, for the last week, of something interesting to post, something epic, in order to solicit Doug comments, but my words are sluggish. I blame Thanksgiving and leftover stuffing. I finally decided to just write you a letter to see how you are doing. Why not? How are you? Did the weather clear up finally? Did you get your windows fixed? Is your car safe to make the drive to Yosemite? Are you there yet? Do you have access to the internet? Are you okay?
I know that’s a lot of questions. It should keep you busy for awhile. I look forward to your imminent response. Take care of you, Doug. Can’t wait to hear what Yosemite is like. It was Yosemite, wasn’t it?