Laddies, gladdies, baddies, caddies, and daddies -- who've I left out? -- not the Australian framebuilder, who fav's the red as much or more as I do, ergo,
I've had me a half bottle o' cabernet see, just right nowso -- a demi or a semi monthly occurrance? I forget -- and I also happened to be a-diggin' amongst me personals see, and lo and behold, as I held it in my hand, the first thought that entered my mind was, that one o' youse bloody bike aces would shirley fancy the pleasure of proclaiming, in yer best docent demeanor, "This here is a letter written to Joe Starck, from Rebecca Twigg."
It's got flowery borders, and if I knew my stationary from my Aunt who'd be my Uncle if she had balls, I'd cough up some accurate descriptive details of this letter's paper, but I'll leave that to Ole Shiffer, cuz I happens to know he knows his crocus from his sharmin better than I do.
Dated "May 26, 1993," this letter is. Yours for $50. $50.01 if you are Ernst.
Madison, Wisconsin USA
-Joe asks the Chief a legal Q: