Volume I, Issue 24
November 17 - November 24, 1997

Dearest readers, I really appreciated all the letters you sent me. Thank you for trying to console me regarding last week's sad story about my friend, Robyn. I must admit I was a bit out of sorts, and your heartfelt comments definitely put a song on my face and a smile in my heart. I am now proud to announce that ROBYN AND I ARE FRIENDS AGAIN!

Here's what happened: I was at the Hohokam Indian ruins listening the guide talk about how the Indians used to play a lot of sports. In Mexico, he said, the leaders of the teams that lost would sometimes have their heads cut off! I fainted on the spot, and that's when I had this wild hallucination that I was in a huge outdoor park.

In my dazed dream-state, I wandered past this surreal public art that looked like trees growing out of the ground upside-down. Then I watched a set designer in a nearby amphitheater construct a facade for some Christopher Durang play. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around, and there was Robyn! Blissfully, we started dancing the tango all over the grassy hill....that's when I woke up, the world a blur.

When my eyes regained focus, who do you suppose was standing over me? That's right -- Robyn! She was at the Hohokam Indian ruins that day too, and ran over when she saw me faint! We spent the whole rest of the day walking, talking, laughing... Oh, I can't tell you how wonderful it is to have everything back to normal. If you haven't made up with your friends lately, I highly recommend it! Take it from me...and Robyn!