Today the mailman brought me two totally unexpected surprises. First was a pell check since my books were less than anticipated (thats a two hundred fifty buck surprise!! )
The other... well... a letter from an old friend.
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An old, old friend. From my single days.
It seems my old friend has returned from whatever folks do to "grow up" and went back to the old neighborhood to find me. The town gossiper passed on my mail address.. and now I sit here with his letter in my hand.

Should I open or shred?
Should the poet in me unleash the scribbers fury on pad to commemorate a contact that has been so overdue?
Bleah.

Update....
I opened.... and well...
I prefer the letter to the grant