Although I haven’t seen you in years. My heart longs for you.

Hope you and your family are OK. Yes, I married and had a daughter.

We are good. Happy. Healthy…well those burgers are taking their toll

on my beautiful body. Ah, but what can I do. “ Man is weak “.

Or something like that. Love the rainy season. It finally rained. Finally.

I got wet this morning walking three long blocks to the job I was doing.

Just for the heck of doing it. I got all wet to where I was going and…

everyone watched me in amazement as I casually removed my

raincoat and placed it on a chair. Took the key to the restroom to dry

myself. It was beautiful. And I intend to do the same on my way back to

my car. I don’t care about my shoes getting wet. I couldn’t care less.

Oh, but I was saying. Sweet love, hope you are having a good time.

Don’t think too much about Jesus. Well, think as much as you want.

The poor silly kid…well…there are millions of shelterless helpless

children all over. Here in L.A….to worry about. Whom we can help

directly. By going to Skid Row and help cooking for them.

Jesus is gone. The obscene image of him in display in each and every

Christian Church in the world. I hate it.

Wish every kid a good meal and new shoes and pants.

EO