Dear Readers,

I’m getting ready to astound you with Beau tales of Cannibals, Spontaneous Combustion and Quicksand, as well as Fellowships with Florida Gators. I don’t mean to keep you hanging, but I have a few loose ends to tie up. (The knot will be sanctioned by the Coast Guard, I assure you.)

Stay tuned because things are about to get delightfully distorted. In the meantime, put something odd in a jar to remind you about that which is worth preserving.

Hey, while we’re on the subject, whatever happened to the Brain in a Jar that I left at Peg’s house in Portland? She and I have never spoken of it again. Isn’t that odd?

Let’s make that the first order of business when I get back to work.

Love,

Nancy Bercaw, III

Nance