I have mail. From you.

JOE: “Brinkley is my dog. He loves the streets of New York as much as I do although he likes to eat bits of pizza and bagel off the sidewalk, and I prefer to buy them. Brinkley is a great catcher and was offered a tryout on the Mets farm team but he chose to stay with me so that he could spend 18 hours a day sleeping on a large green pillow the size of an inner tube. Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms.” 🍂 KATHLEEN: “I like to start my notes to you as if we’re already in the middle of a conversation. I pretend that we’re the oldest and dearest friends as opposed to what we actually are, people who don’t know each other’s names and met in a Chat Room where we both claimed we’d never been before. What will he say today, I wonder. I turn on my computer, I wait impatiently as it boots up. I go on line, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You’ve got mail. I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beat of my own heart.”