Saturday, January 9, 2010
About Letter 177
From the safety of "a comfortable room at a table with plenty of sunshine to write by", Bill tells his folks that " I'm growing a mustache...you'd be surprised how much it makes me look like you, Dad." Bill notes that the papers are reporting that "the 3 big cheeses have finished their 'momentous confab'." He sarcastically adds that "I think we'd all be better off if all 3 of 'em were in hell."