Your unmatched energy comes across even in your emails. Can’t wait to see you and TJ. Either here or there. Love to Aunt Rosie and all the family.

Your proud uncle,

David

PS Did you guys get the kayaks?

As long as it’s not McVittie’s Hob Nobs.

David

Thanks for the good words. Don’t be strangers…you’re always welcome here, and two years is far too long not to visit your friends. See you soon,

David

The poles are going up Monday, and I didn’t buy a spare, but I’ll send one along to Myanmar, or the Caucuses, or Lamu or wherever you and Debi will be when it catches up to you.

I tried to play along but took a wrong cyber turn and landed in 2007. I’ll renew my efforts.

I hope the madrone pole will awaiting me at Uncle Jim’s.

Love from this side,

David

Tell your colleagues I’ll write each of them a poem if they’ll engineer us out of some of our water problems. And to answer your rhetorical question, the only people who probably need an engineer are the poor souls laboring under a former free-spirited literature teacher- turned anal retentive sight level checker and concrete composition inspector.

But I love you taste in writing and am nominating you for a spot as New York Times Literary Critic!

I miss you and Migdalia and still benefit from the planning work you did during your working stay here last year.

See you soon, keep the City sunny until then, as Miggy says, tippy top love to you both,

David