Squid,

How's life? I know I've talked to you on the phone every other day this week, but I figured I'd send you a letter with a few pictures enclosed. I'm pretty sure you'll get the picture (no pun intended) so I won't tell you what they're all of. You're going to our 'reunion' thing in August, right? Well, our trip to Hawaii will be over in just another week. By the time this letter gets to you there probably won't even be enough time for you to get me one back here. Argh. Part of me wants to stay here forever and another part of me is dying to go home and see all of you guys again. Please, please, please say you're flying down for this reunion? I'll buy your plane ticket. Well, I won't, but I'll make my Dad do it. You can stay at the Hotel with all of us. Write me. Snail mail is so much better than a phone call. That doesn't mean you're off the hook for calling me (no pun intended, again) either.

Love,

Thorne