We Shall Ovecome.
This Sunday evening, Johnzo and I are throwing a letter-writing party. Come on over and do your part to shame County Executive Sims into doing the right thing by the people who got him elected! Letter-writing for other causes is, of course, most welcome. Whether you want to get married, finally, after all these years; to urge stronger penalties for people involved in dog-fighting; to save the Hubbel; or just to tell your local sewer commissioner that she's doing a bang-up job, come on over and work that democracy-mojo. We commence at 7:00. Postage, envelopes, the internet, and stationery will all be available. If you don't know where we live and want to come, respond to this and I'll clue you in. I expect that most of you will be getting a redundant e-mail invite tomorrow. Bring friends, s.o.'s, parents, you name it. We want to pack the house.

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Back on the sisterlight detail, but it's going better, I think. Did some writing, definitely. And more tomorrow.