Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of leftover fruitcake for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Chip told one about a ghost named Lucius who haunted the guy who stole his pink liver. Tommy was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally sweet.

Since my last letter, I've gotten obsessed with selling model trains. I have to say, I'm pretty doing pretty tubular with it! Maybe I'll send you some photographs.