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AS some of you remember my dad suddenly and unexpectedly passed away last March. It's been about a year that I've had a short tower of banker's boxes, filled with his letters, short stories, and other ephemera perched next to my computer. I figured I need to whittle through it and toss out christmas cards from people I don't know and preserve the gems for posterity.

Here is a typically quixotic missive from him to Carte Blanche. As often as not, he kept copies of the letters volleying back and forth. Sometimes he won and sometimes he lost. But as in many things in his life it was about the journey and not the destination.