Dear Friends,
Dear honored guests. Dear walkers of the pathless path. Dear music makers. Dear dreamers of the dream. Dear noble souls. Dear exiles. Dear fools. Dear torch bearers. Dear oak trees. Dear people who talk to oak trees. Dear Robin Hoods. Dear hunchbacks who live in cathedrals and provide sanctuary to the persecuted. Dear ports in the storm. Dear sailors to Byzantium. Dear nerds. Dear dungeon masters (in every possible context of that title). Dear people with a sense of humor. Dear people who can’t stop crying. Dear people who love me (thank you). Dear people who might unsubscribe once seeing this letter in their inboxes for a multitude of reasons that aren’t my business.
Hello to you and Happy Spring.
My 45th birthday is coming up soon, and I want to tell you about the gifts I’ve already received. One came from a stranger in a parking lot. The other through an ad on Facebook marketplace.
This week I’ll tell you about the one from the Marketplace.
Let me start by saying that…