Missing Pieces

Martin M., what gives? The email address I've always used for you at yourname.com didn't work the last time I sent out a bulk bulletin to my locals. And you were sadly absent from Kate's last time I ventured in and staggered out. And you look confused whenever I wave from a Caddy instead of my Raider as we daily pass on Morse Lee, which is understandable. But really, this lack of chatting has to stop. I have too few favorite people as it is.