Postcard four

 Peggy,

    Continuing with the why theme.

    I don't meet a lot of people. I especially don't meet people who are willing to be so honest about themselves as you were with me and, I hope, as I was with you. Man, I miss that! Just for that, it's a struggle to keep myself from reading your letters over and over again. Well, that and hoping St. Anthony will answer my prayer about returning a lost someone. Isn't that what old people do; waiting for the past to walk up to your front door and knock.

    Of all the lonelinesses, in all the world, why did she have to float into mine.

    Before I end. I think it was a movie, not sure though, someone was singing "Goodnight Irene". For some reason it made me think of you.