Archive: January 1989

Crossed In The Mail

  • January 16, 1989
Crossed In The Mail

January 16, 1989 Dear Tommy, Yours of January 5 and mine of January 2 evidently crossed in the mail. Like ships that pass in the night, as someone once said. Just in case I didn’t deal with everything, I will deal with everything, by the numbers:

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One Of The Three Options

  • January 14, 1989
One Of The Three Options

January 14, 1989 their, Hey, they're, Udo!-- there, One of the three options in the salutation above is right.  If you choose either of the two wrong options, you will receive a lifetime subscription to The Sacramento Bee. The enclosed color photo goes a long way in explaining why we live in The Big Tomato.  Where else could you have a view like this and have The Bee delivered to your door every morning, without fale? (Fael?) I'm happy to hear that my explanation of the spelling in The Bee has been of use to Thomas.  Perhaps the latest skirmish will be useful to him, too.

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I Am Not The Apologizing Type

  • January 2, 1989
I Am Not The Apologizing Type

Plaza Azul Productions 2954 Plaza Azul Santa Fe, New Mexico 87505 ~ Office Of The Executive Director (505) 473-1954 "Semper Pothoegdus!" January 2, 1989 Dear Tommy, If I were the apologizing type, I would apologize for the lon delay in responding to yours of November 27, 1988. But, I am not the apologizing type. The month of December went by in a rush, what with the play, a fund— raising campaign for the theatre, publishing the NEWSLETTER (Winter Edition), command appearances at parties, fetes and galas, and other year~ end nonsense. I see light at the end of the tunnel, but I suspect...

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Kind Hearts And Serviettes

  • January 1, 1989
Kind Hearts And Serviettes

KIND HEARTS AND SERVIETTES A Real Story by Snavely Frunn (Who Knows A Real Story) * VOLUME I Chapter One The Clouds Gather * "Lord Leatist, your ladyship." "Sir Charles. I’d all but given you up." "Abject apologies, Lady Occipita. Downing Street again." "Blaugh, please bring his lordship a whisky and soda." "At once, your ladyship." "You were saying, Charles?" "I’m very much afraid the P.M. is not at all sanguine." "Surely you don’t..." "He’s gone to Buck House." "Great heavens! That must mean... ! "Full mobilization."

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