Friday's Letters

Dear Tommy (the truck), You've made it through 4 kids in high school, a couple different colleges and lots of dance parties. I'm sad to see you dying, but you've had a good life. Dear Spinach Manicotti, You look yummy. And pretty simple. Sounds good to me! Dear Utah Jazz, It's game time! Can't wait to you ball so hard. Dear Rocky Balboa, We could all use a little tough love some times. We ain't cowards!