Received a slip of paper about Tina Yothers from a certain Gary. The white thin envelope had a San Francisco post mark. I know Gary knows my weakness. The paper was a magazine clipping. The other side of the clipping was an image I enjoyed focusing on, like an old dental wait-room filmstrip splashed on the wall as I ran about the office unaware of future scrapping and bridge work or extractions done with only local anesthetics. THank you Libby. The letter brought me much cheer prior to putting air in my bike’s tires.
