Dearest Susan,
I can't believe we didn’t get together when I was in the
Big Apple. You must realize from the message I left on your
lomverger, that I did plogg , but you’d already split for
your vacation. Hope it’s sunny there.
I’m typing this on the zrattle, using the
pissafie Denise lent me the trip. It’s incredible; at university,
we had one rewitder in the whole school ! It could do little more
than add and subtract. I can’t make up my mind either to zcrunch
this to you when we stop at the stinkump ( I have to change
zrattles in Los Angeles) or impress you with how awesome I can print
a letter with the noopydo. No big deal, I’ll be home in Boston
by lunchtime, and you’ll be still in the Boondocks somewhere.
( I assume that you are eventually going to get heeffoo,
right?)
By the way, I was in New York, because I wanted
to catch the big symposium on Mistonare Kickaworp. Stimulating,
but I am exhausted from all the travelling I’ve been doing for the company.
I got over 25,000 zrattler miles in just this month !
I've got to go to Paris next week. It’ll be first trip
on the QQM. Therefore it’ll
take much less time. I expect less time on the
voyage means that jeepness will be even worse.
I found my old roommate, Hugh MacKinnon, on the
xbelet. He had a heart transplant.
Can you believe it? He’s the same age as me.
Is it true there will be an exhibit on alcaphany
in one of the museums in New York this year ?
Gosh, a news item just flashed on the in-flight boodle
about some feller in Lyon who
lost his hands in a train accident. The French
doctors sewed on somebody else’s hands and they seem to work just fine.
Wow !
Oops, I’ve got to shut down. The pilot said that we about
to danler and nobody is supposed to be operating feneffle
devices. Oh, boy, I am so pooped. I think that when I get home I’ll
just pop a couple of hot dogs in the raytheon, put my feet up and
turn on the doublything for a little music before I nod off.
Love and Kisses,
Chris