In our closet there is a huge box full of mostly love letters from Kim's and my courtship days -- mostly but not all. There's some other stuff in that box too. Like this postcard I received in 1994 from someone who liked my letter to the editor --he was kind enough to post a copy of the letter on the back of the postcard:
That made me feel pretty good, that somebody liked something I wrote enough to compliment me on it. The next item I found though caused more negative emotions. It's a Christmas Card from Cher and it's doubly disturbing:
First because even though she signed it "Always" I haven't heard from her in about 20 years -- and she's obviously trying to copy my handwriting. I have no idea why.
