Monday October 12, 1987



          

          

  My Dear Sister,


          

  On this day in 1492, Columbus arrived in America.  For

  several weeks before their arrival, many members of the crew

  of his three small ships had completely given up hope that

  they would survive the seemingly endless voyage to nowhere.

  But things worked out okay and all was well.


          

  In the four hundred and ninety-five years since that famous

  voyage, life has changed little, relatively speaking.  Until 

  today, that is.  On this, the four hundred and ninety-fifth

  anniversary of the discovery of America, life has ended as we

  know it.  Tomorrow morning, for the first time since the

  origin of the solar system, the sun will, in all probability,

  not rise.  We are doomed to gloom and darkness for all

  eternity.  Poor Sparky!  Poor you, who once stood in Sparky's

  Bathroom*.  You both must be in terrible spirits.  The end of

  life must be difficult to swallow for those so closely

  associated with it's cause.  I feel your pain.




  -- Your Brother









  *  My Dear Sister was a real Sparky Anderson fan and she

     did, at one time, actually stand in Sparky's bathroom.

     No one was there at the time except for her and a 

     realtor because his house was in the early stages of 

     construction and nothing was standing except the walls 

     and the roof.