Groanings from David Stafford and The Institute for Lowered Self-Esteem

[Nancy Bell Scott]

If you get to receive detritus from David's desk now and then, you are lucky too: David says this is from circa 1992. David's history continues to prove that he didn't just grow an imagination yesterday. This thing had me in stitches, and my only complaint is that the "informal evening of frank, open whining about life in Santa Fe" was restricted to life in Santa Fe. Why not everywhere? Financial insecurity, balding, the mystery + hard-to-nail-down-ness of the divine presence, bad backs, and so on are pretty universal, after all. Still, I hope it went well and that the Institute continues its efforts toward more lowered self-esteem. Oh, wait.

Most of us would probably like a report, though we know you're busy.

The back of this paper, shown below, is homespun and adds a lot to the mail art. Thank you, Dave, and it will be disposed of "in the usual fashion," i.e., NOT via a pyre. 

[Nadine Wendell-Mojica]

At first I thought this was a picture of my favorite guy; PeeWee Herman. Then upon closer inspection....not. Very helpful wisdom. Love the request for money for nothing. It's rampant here.

[David Stafford]

Thanks, Nancy. Groanings made me a rich man.