Thursday, May 21, 2015

Letter, stranger

In the mail today, a letter. I like letters. But this one was a bit strange, or stranger. I know the writer by name, but I’ve never met her. How she knows me, I can’t imagine. But there we are, on the page — or pages, four of them — on a first-name basis. She’s telling me about how much we have in common, about her summer travel plans, about her grandchild. She says it’s “our moment.” And she’s asking me for money, and including an envelope in which I can send her some. Yipes.

Later, stranger.

comments: 6

The Crow said...

Geez, Michael! Had I known it was that easy...

(By the way, there was a mermaid in my mailbox this afternoon. She sends her regards; I, my most sincere thanks.)

Michael Leddy said...

Ha! The mermaid will soon make an appearance here. Stay tuned. I like those sardines; Elaine likes them a lot. I wish I’d checked the expiration date though.

The Crow said...

I just posted about them myself! So glad you and Elaine had some, too, and found them to your liking. I'm hoping to find them locally. These are really good.

Michael Leddy said...

Aah, the sardine life. Northern New Jersey seems to be a hotbed of sardine eaters.

Berit said...

Sighted on Tuesday in the swanky (is it, though?) basement kitchen and dining level of ABC Home in the Flatiron: fancy cans of sardines in even fancier merchandising. Two flavors--one "au Citron"--no price. I wanted to get a pic for your but the buried-ness of my phone and laziness prevailed.

Michael Leddy said...

Oh my goodness. We were just blocks away — I could have gone sardine shopping in New York. But $8 or $9 a can? Wow.