Dear Bill:

I worked the town on Sunday, battling the storm, fallen trees, electrical outages, rooms filled with smoke, and the smell of stale beer. Starting at St. Michael's at the 10:30 a.m. Mass with constant banging in the belfry from wind blown shutters or AC doors, I proceeded to the smoke-filled rooms at the Eagles Club, Farmington Lanes, Legion Club, Longbranch, and VFW.

Introducing myself at the bowling alley to likely connections, a senior couple, the Ulvis, said, "Aren't you the one who sends all those letters to the Independent?" I acknowledged same and chatted for a while and introduced my brother to them.

At another establishment, I introduced myself to a single man, roughly my age, who was in his cups. Recognizing me, the first words out of his mouth were, "You're the ***hole from San Diego who sends those (expletive adjective) letters to the paper". Naturally, I acknowledged that it was me, not wanting to bring you into the picture. But I thought you should know, just in case you might have been the real intended target. If the shoe fits, . . . . . . . . .

Alan
May 8, 2007

*Note: "COACH" on the jacket. We stopped at the World-famous-featured-on-"CBS Sunday Morning"- Bugaloo's Ice Cream Shoppe.

Even though they had no power, Nick and Stacey Schultz invited us in to tour both "Bugaloo's" and "The Fan Club Athletics".

See my historic Web page feature on Bugaloo's Ice Cream Shoppe.

Visit the Web page of The Fan Club Athletics, www.fanclubathletics.com

Norman bought a jacket, but I was unable to find anything in my size, until Stacey said: "Just a minute, I may have one for you." The jacket had been special ordered by the FHS basketball coach at size "5X" specs. He couldn't get into it. It fit me perfectly since it was about a "3X" and I got a discount.