I just wanted to let you know I’m thinking of you. I really have no idea when you were actually born, but I am very thankful your Father shared you with us. It’s too bad how the whole thing turned out, but I love you and am thankful for the sacrifice you made. Your children on earth are getting right into your birthday. Credit card companies are offering zero percent interest for up to a year. Car dealers are offering 1 percent to qualified buyers. The day after Thanksgiving hundreds of your children stood in line at Wal-Mart for up to 12 hours to get good deals. All the retailers love your birthday.
George and Laura have a huge tree. I heard they spent more than $20,000 decorating the White House. Someone said that on a clear night the homeless can see all the decorations from their benches on Pennsylvania Avenue.
I don’t know what all those hundreds of people who stood in line for hours at the stores bought you for your birthday, but I hope you like whatever it is.
Oh yeah, a bunch of your children down here have decided that, rather than buy something at a store on your birthday, they are going to do something nice for someone in honor of you. It’s a really neat idea. I think you’ll like it. However, I don’t really think it’s gonna catch on. Oh well. I love you and hope to see you soon. It’s up to you, of course. But rather than seeing you soon, would it be OK if I just wrote for a few more years?
Jack Freitas
Standish
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