And as further proof of how old his is -- he still reads the newspaper. Not only does he remember when I came in with Norm, he said he sees my picture at the head of the column every week.
That picture is about two centimeters high -- a bit more than half an inch. But it's evidently more powerful than I ever realized. Last week's mail brought a letter from jail.
That happens a couple of times a year -- the address is in a lot of newspapers and prisoners are lonely. This one tells me that he is bored and lonely and with one look at my picture he was "instantly turned on (smiley-face icon)". Not bad for a two-centimeter head-and-shoulders of a woman in her 90th year, actually.
He's looking at the picture as he writes and "all I see is beauty and wisdom. I'm very attracted to women of your era and age."
He quotes the column's promise to answer all letters* -- tells me he's getting out in 10 months. And he's incarcerated, as it happens, in my state.
The kids recommend I get a post office box immediately. But that seems silly -- the address has been in newspapers ever since 1975, and anyhow, it'd be locking the barn door after this particular horse has already been stolen.
|*will not answer this one.|