I trust your son is in good health. (That's how my aunt says I should start letters. Only she calls 'em "missives" -- what's that all about?)

Coach Blanchard made us all take an extra shower after gym class today. Sometimes I wonder about that guy.

Yesterday, we found a ton of empty beer kegs for our nifty fort. Ronnie said we should use them to make a new laboratory, but I'd rather build stinkbombapults. We're putting it to a vote before the tribunal next week.

Another!