Old Man

Dear Old Man in the Giant White Truck,

I followed you all the way from Berryhill. You were driving slow. Very slow. 40 in a 50 zone slow. It was annoying all the way to the highway, especially the two-lane-no-passing zone. But you, sir, took it to the next level. You reached deep down into your bag of tricks and veered right into the center railing of the on ramp. Pure. Genius. Your brand new truck now has a very unattractive scrape right down the side. I kind of felt bad for you. Until I passed you on the highway (because you were going slow). You were on your cell phone. And that's when all pity I had for you left.

When I am old, I shall wear purple. And also put my cell phone away when driving. Because old people driving while on their cell phone scare me.

Cordially,
Me

A Beginning

Dear Readers,

I feel like the art of letter writing has been lost in the midst of the online sensation. This will be my attempt to bring it back. And I fully intend to do so. Not like the time I vowed to bring back plastic visors. Or the word "righteous". Those were clearly unsuccessful. But I'm feeling pretty confident about this endeavor. I hope to see you around.

Sincerely,
Me