Lovely and witty, but fortunately not a member of the high school elite, because she's better than that, Jenny:
Oh no, my Joe is not actually in hospital, he is in the so-called "medical unit" of the lockup, the big house, the hoosgow, the old klinkeroo, as a result of the Unpleasant Business reported on here for the last two years, a complete miscarriage of justice resulting from the incompetence of lawyers, the intransigence of the Hanging Judge, the apathy of bureaucrats, and primarily the Spite, yes pure Spite, of Evil People who would lie shamelessly under oath for no other motive but to harm another human being.
Not to sound bitter.
But I have led a charmed life, up to this point, because I have never really suffered at the hands of others, never been unjustly wronged, and I am the eternal optimist in our family. So this whole affair has done damage to my view of the human race as a whole, and I am recovering from all those negative emotions which, BK can tell you, invade your being when you are betrayed and wounded by those you thought you could trust.
But Joe should be returning in five, count'em, five days, and I am a rock (though no man is an island), and he is counting on me to counteract his own chronic pessimism with good thoughts.
I can do that in large part because of the warmth, humanity, and yes the enthusiasm for life, films, music, books, language, theatre, food and whatever, the pure gemütlichkeit and even downright silliness that I find every day in the posts (not to mention the notes) at this here web site. Ginchy. Downright ginchy.
Now for next time: You are delegated to remind DerBrucer to take some pictures.
