Last night I had a letter in the mail from Lance, a friend from high school with whom I keep in contact via snail mail, as we both feel it is (in his words) "a sophisticated art that is passing away to an age of convenience." I love Lance's letters, and I'd like to share one section from this most recent one: "Liz Spangler in the big apple. But that apple doesn't realize you have it in the palm of your hand. I bet you cannot decide whether to eat it, rub it, put it in your pocket or throw it at some hobo. Hehe, yes sir if it was me I'd eat that ole apple right up and only throw out the stem!" Kind of a silly metaphor in one sense, but oddly perfect in another. Thank you Lance for making me smile.