Dear Reader,
Old Man’s intellectual problem (and I don’t mean the problem he already had) is getting better. He’s not always under the impression that the person he’s looking at is some person named Ernie. Old Man is at first as clear in the mind as slightly rusted metal (that’s how clear he always was), and then, he’s calling me Ernie. I can only hope that he does not always stay this way.
Sincerely,
Ian, friend and correspondent of Old Man
