
Richard: Dear Mommy: I hope you are having fun with Aunt Doris. Daddy and I are great. Yesterday we went to the park, and the day before that, he took me to a party with some of his friends. We all went swimming in the hot tub, and then we played Twister. It was nice. Daddy wanted me to show you that I am wearing clean underwear every day. You can see it in the picture! Daddy’s friend Steve came over and did the laundry and then took pictures of me. I wanted to send another one, but he said you might not understand it so I didn’t. Come home soon. Daddy is good, but all I get to eat is coffee and cigarette butts. I miss you. Love, Billy
David: Squeaky Fromme once lived here.
John: That plastic chair must be fun in July when the temperature goes triple digits. Then there’s the matter of the hanging planter and the fabric roses. Make up your mind! Only one atrocity per square yard. Is it my imagination or are the ashtray and coffee cup levitating over the rug? Yet he looks so life-like. These space alien pod-people are getting so good now.