"Good morning, Dr. Crane!"
Frasier smiled at the kind woman who greeted him in the studio.
"Ah, hello Brenda. My this is such a beautiful morning! " He said glancing out the window at the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. "Makes me even more confident in my decision to move to San Francisco."
Brenda smiled sympathetically and touched Frasier's hand. "I'm sure it must have been hard to move so far away from Seattle."
"Well, Boston was even farther, but my relationship with my father and brother was very different back then." Frasier said, trying to hide the sadness that crept into his voice.
"Perhaps this will help." Brenda said, handing Frasier a large manila envelope.
"What's this?" Frasier asked.
When he glanced at the handwriting, he smiled. "It's from my father."
"Must be some letter." Brenda said.
"It is a rather large envelope." Frasier observed as he carefully opened the flap. "Seems my father is determined to-."
He stopped suddenly when he glanced at the contents that were now in his hand.
"Oh my..."
Brenda touched his arm in concern. "Something wrong, Dr. Crane? It's not bad news, I hope."
Frasier sorted through the contents; ten envelopes-each baring his name in vastly different forms of handwriting.
"Wow! Fan mail from Seattle?" Brenda asked.
Frasier couldn't help but smile. "You might say that."