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Big Red
The clock ticks toward 2 a.m. and, really, I know I'm not going to write and edit that story tonight anyway. I ought to retire to my one bedroom mansion and read that detective novel I'm halfway through until I fall asleep. But since the same brain that got me into this business still guides me today, here I sit, writing letters. Serves me right for drinking Bid Red Soda. Do they have that where you are? I hope not. It's terrible. I tried it tonight (what an adventurer!) thinking it's got sugar, caffeine and Red #40. How could I go wrong? I don't know but I bet Big Red Soda couldn't beat Lemon Scented Chlorox in a blind taste test. I'd go on but if I'm yawning as I write this I can only imagine the sleeping pill effect it's having on you. My pillow calls, which means I have been too liberal in giving out my cell number. Take care and please forgive any misspellings, misstatements or just plain misses I have written. I'm sure they're there, I just know not where. John
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