Last year I was looking for something special to send my nephew Brian. Since I live far from him, I want to be sure to give him something that he would like and something that would remind him of me. I had been to a wedding and had seen some of the party favors that seemed like a lot of fun. One of them was a sort of blowgun that shot out little colored styroform balls. I thought he would really like them. Perhaps I suceeded all too well. This is the letter that my sister sent me a little later.