Dear William (and Daniel, Catherine, Michael & Baby Girl Y) (and your parents), (and any future descendants and their parents),
Did you ever hear of the Freedom of Information Act?
Dear William (and Daniel, Catherine, Michael & Baby Girl Y) (and your parents), (and any future descendants and their parents),
Did you ever hear of the Freedom of Information Act?
Dear William (and Daniel, Catherine, Michael & Baby Girl Y) (and your parents), (and any future descendants and their parents),
Hey, William — do you want to see my fingerprints?
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Dear William (and Daniel, Catherine, Michael & Baby Girl Y) (and your parents), (and any future descendants and their parents),
To be a well-rounded person, you need to understand the concept of Time Value of Money.
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Dear William (and Daniel, Catherine, Michael & Baby Girl Y) (and your parents), (and any future descendants and their parents),
Happy Approximation Day to you,
Today (July 22) is a special day, and to understand why, you need to put on your thinking cap.
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Dear William (and Daniel, Catherine, Michael & Baby Girl Y) (and your parents), (and any future descendants and their parents),
When we visited with you last, on July 2, Babcia Krysia showed your Parents some photos from when you Dad was born (February 21, 1974) — here they are for your enjoyment [you can click on any one to see it large; you can also move right and left to see the next or previous picture]:
Dear William (and Daniel, Catherine, Michael & Baby Girl Y) (and your parents), (and any future descendants and their parents),
Last evening Babcia Krysia and I were driving home when she started to complain about how dirty the windshield in my car was. Not appreciating the comment, I wanted to gross her out, and responded: “I don’t see why; I spit on it every morning when I get into the car.” Babcia Krysia was not going to be outdone, and responded: “Do you spit from inside the car or the outside?” To which I replied: “The inside.” And she concluded: “That explains why the outside of the windshield is so dirty.”
This exchange got me thinking — every person should know how to spit properly.
Dear William (and Daniel, Catherine, Michael & Baby Girl Y) (and your parents), (and any future descendants and their parents),
Do you remember when I told you that I went to Airborne School (May – June, 1970) — well, this is how I described my adventures in the book that I wrote:
Dear William (and Daniel, Catherine, Michael & Baby Girl Y) (and your parents), (and any future descendants and their parents),
Here are some of the snapshopts that I took of you yesterday while we were talking over Skype.
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Dear William (and Daniel, Catherine, Michael & Baby Girl Y) (and your parents), (and any future descendants and their parents),
William, I just had the pleasure of seeing you via Skype — you look GREAT!
Today, let me tell you about my Wójcio Bolek. He was one of my Mom’s brothers. I previously told you how he came to pick us up when I first came to the United States — now, let me tell you a bit more.
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Dear William (and Daniel, Catherine, Michael & Baby Girl Y) (and your parents), (and any future descendants and their parents),
I was reading the New York Times, and I spotted an article that you may find interesting.
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