Dear Ballerina
Dear [Ballerina],
Just finished putting the top layer of concrete over those holes. So far, so good. No water coming in, and it’s been raining since last night here.
I’d love for you to call me and talk if you want. My number is 814-742-xxxx, I also have the free long distance package. So I can call you too. 
I love chocolate. Chocolate makes it hard for me to stay on my diet sometimes, but not usually. I love the Reese’s peanut butter cups and the Milky Way bars especially, but Hershey’s Kisses aren’t bad either.
You write very well. I don’t even see the mistakes (unless I look for them). But as I read your words, I try to imagine what your voice would sound like saying them. English is my native language, although I did study Spanish in high school for two years. Never became a fluent Spanish speaker, but I learned what some of the words meant anyhow.
Call me Tommy, please.
Yes, the stars are beautiful, if you’re lucky enough to find a place where there isn’t much light pollution. There’s a place I visit each summer up in the mountains of central Pennsylvania, where the stars and the Milky Way are quite visible. The skies are real dark there when there’s no moon. And even the dimmest stars seem somehow bright.
Glad you liked the pic. Here’s another…
This one is me, working a DJ gig at a sweet sixteen birthday party in 2003. That was my first fully-paid gig.
Talk to you later,
Tommy
