From Bryce Redman's only letter of the year to his brother Stuart, June 13, 1990.

Hey Stu!

Sorry I haven't been much of a writer, but that may be about to change. Reason I'm writing now is . . . part of it is I met Eddie Warfield! And worked with him! There's another part I'll get to!

Eddie's expanding his HFS franchise to Minnesota. You may remember the name was originally Flock, Herd and School, later abbreviated to FHS. But too many kids called his stores Fuck High School, so the letters were rearranged.

There used to be a mascot, Pinto Potato, named for the fries or mashed that go with every beef, chicken and fish dish. Unfortunately Pinto is associated with a car subject to fuel tanks exploding or engines dying in extremely perilous situations (very tragic case in Maine 10 years ago).

Anyway, Eddie wanted someone to help with the computer software for his stores (Minneapolis and St. Paul are getting two each, Duluth one). My boss knew we were both from Arnette, so he selected me to help him.

Eddie would fit right in with the gang at Hap's. He's red-faced with a fair amount of middle age spread. He's a great talker, an easy match for Vic. Doesn't smoke quite as much, and his cigs are filtered Winstons. He's generous and would lend Vic filters, if only to control the smell.

Eddie introduced me to his new regional manager Danica Parsons (more about her next paragraph) and we worked all afternoon and most of the evening yesterday, tailoring the software to expected future needs and weeding out the bugs.

Then we partied. Dani and I hit it off. She's gentle at first glance and I doubt that she ever raises her voice, but she's smart and has her way of dealing with nonsense, which is good because her curves sometimes attract just that. She's a lot like Norma was — in personality only, I hope. I'm giving her a try. At least one of us has to do his part to keep our species going.

The party lasted well into the small hours. Dani and I finally got to bed at 4:15. We may not have done anything to give you a new nephew or niece in early 1991, but . . . wait and see!

Take care of yourself, Big Brother, and please find someone nice. Nothing would make me happier than to see both of us raising big healthy families!

Love, Bryce

PS: I'm training to be a helicopter pilot. Final exam's in ten days. Wish me luck!