| I hope that your son is as strong as a mighty oak. (That's how my father says I should start letters. Only he calls 'em "correspondence" cause he's a lawyer.) The other day, me and Charlie went out to the old condemned quarry by my house to look for treasure. It was scary! We had to run away from a bunch of stray coyotes, and I scraped my knee up pretty bad, but it was worth it, because we found a cool antique compass! My dad's trying to get me into selling model ships, but I don't see the point. What a weird hobby! I'd rather be raising BRICKO sculptures. |