Dear Arianna,


I got your e-mail today.

Well, newsletter or whatever they’re called. To me it’s e-mail and I appreciate being on your List (even though I didn’t ask.) Frankly, your e-mails are about the only e-mails I get so I look forward to them. Although I may not read any all of them, I do open them which puts you ahead of *Clickclick* from Nairobi. Way ahead and he/she writes me ALOT.

I actually e-mailed you a brief note a few months back. Good luck with your new blog! That sort of thing. I even mentioned a Mutual Friend and how you and I had met many (many) years ago. Just to let you know I was on the up and up and not some crackhead freep writing you to rant. Quaint and naive, I know, but that’s just the way I am.

I was pleasantly surprised to receive a terse but polite “Thanks - Arianna”. Arianna! Like if we ran into each other on the street, you’d say “You look nice, Hugh!” and I say “Thanks, Arianna!” BFF. Oddly, you didn't mention our Mutual Friend. Guessing that whole thing didn't go so well, huh?

I think you really wrote it too. Not like Oprah who sends you this “Oprah’s so busy but we want you to know Oprah appreciates your thoughts and e-mails” crap. Translation : “You might as well be *Clickclick* from Nairobi.” Whatevs. After that I just stopped watching her because I figure she’s obviously calling it in.

Not you. I took your concise reply as one would a quick hug or peck on the cheek. Gotta go, Doll! That sort of thing. But between huge gulps of lattes as big as my head (I’m guessing), you tossed me a few “bon mots”. Well, two to be accurate. I giggled and pensed over them for a good three minutes, like some giddy teen about the Cute New Teacher.

I can’t wait to open my locker and see what you send me tomorrow.

Ta! - Hugh

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