Gee Dad, and after I gave you and your old buddy Sturge all that credit, you had to

go and tout your superior knowledge of history to me!

My only correction to your post was that Uncle Mutt was off with Mom in that

sleazy Guarthang motel during the invasion so I don't think he had time to do what

you said he did.

And until you replace that 8-track in the Pegasus with a CD player, I will stick to

walking.

Finally, in case you haven't noticed, I've been keeping the furglewort well mowed.

I've been selling the clippings in Cass square at night which has greatly augmented

my allowance lately.

Oh, and I won't be home for dinner tonight as I have a hot date with a cute little

Loremistress with lots of pierced body parts!

Written by my hand on the 13th of Agamnion, in the year 1003.