Jamie calls in from Northern NM

Hey Goofball--
Real bullshit stories, right from dreams on the manure pile -- I love the ending where the mosquito leaves you for the cow. Froggie (or was it Toad) on a bicycle roll is good, strange but harmless. Chipmunks with beer cheering their own bravado in your path with high fives? The ballads and ditties are so silly. This is like when you were only three; you were always so creative in entertaining us on your way along. We have to find a good illustrator and publish your story to inspire children to find "it" (Being No Worries) for themselves Out There. But, I do worry that this is a symptom of gone Too Far for too long now, most of 20 days All Alone by YourSelf, Lone Ranger Who Never Meets a Stranger. Good to have your tires safely on track en La Tierra de Nuevo Mexico -- this high desert and canyon land knows Who You Are. Your little flaky bits are leaving a trail of Joy so we can track you down. Con Familia y Fe, all the way-- Manana, you are going to hit the homestretch, and then finish just fine and funky. We Adore You, Jamie!
Love,
Aunt Candy

Jaime,
The manure pile called today it wants its smell back. Those chipmunks were talking about how they have smelled that smell before but usuallly it is not moving much less trying to run them down. I feel more out of shape and less adventurous at every posting. Keep it up we love the stories and stay dry.
love,
dt