Dearest Miss Blue,

How deplorable, giving up the invitation to skate with the Glee Club Sopranos. The Skaters Waltz is what they sang, joined together in stride and song. Halloween, Mothballs and a small story to tell:

Furrier I J Fox stepped onto the stage at the Shubert Theater during intermission time (he being a prominent Angel of the show) and in a magnificent and thundering bass voice, sang the appealing story of Johnny Moth. I sat in the very first row, center, Miss Blue, spellbound upon hearing about little Johnny Moth, his search for food in the closets of the wealthy dons and donas. I shall give you the first stanza as he leaned on his hickory cane and sang (words accompanied by glassy spit, you know how it is, Miss Blue, first row). Mesmerizing words I think he wrote himself:

You've all heard of Johnny Moth
He loves to eat fur coats and cloth
He spends his summers living

In the closet there.

We did clap with sticky moist hands. As a final gesture, he left the stage and handed out cards with a beautifully shaped Moth on the cover and the story printed inside. I have kept the card in memory of Johnny Moth, creature unloved. But how can that be, Miss Blue? A genetic mistake, no doubt.

Love, Pearl Singing