Mike's Blog

5-15-1937

Walcott,

            You simpleton!  Your letter sat in a pile of unopened mail until the smell of rotting produce forced me to discover its contents.  I suppose you village folk are used to receiving vegetables in the mail, but I must request future letters be void of your rural gifts.

            I admit being more than a bit surprised to hear of a woman in your last letter- Kate was it?  My friend, are you maturing?  Perhaps it is time you came to the city and learned a true man’s work; I have just the place for you in my company.  Entry level of course, all commission naturally, but plenty of room to climb.

            I await your response.

-Mansferd