So I’m sitting here at Puppy’s house, again, just eating my breakfast and minding my business. He opens a letter from his grandfather and reads for a minute then starts laughing. I ask him what. He let me read it.

It looks like a formal business letter with heading and everything:

Dear Philip:

Again–Happy Birthday!! I meant to wish you this today, but forgot. But I’ll call tomorrow and hope to get you even if you have become more elusive–I’m not sure whether the reason is preparation for the “Group”, or diversion with the new young lady that you are escorting to the beach and elsewhere. I understood her name to be Christine Archer–is this correct?–and she likes the outdoors. That’s good, and I hope she is an environmentalist and wants to preserve the outdors. I can’t argue against a major in English–having been one myself at UVA–and all the evidence points to the fact that it is an endangered language and needs to be protected among the younger generations.

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It goes on from there. But I choked on my oj.Uhm. I guess he has told his family about me. We need to nip this misspelled name thing in the bud though. 😉