I will be the very first one in line - in spirit, at least - outside Pearl's Diner, Pearl, waiting for fried potatoes and pickles served by your delightful self! It seems like only yesterday that you were famous for those glorious meatloaf sandwiches at Pearl's Lunch Car! Linguini says the boxcar is still there, just past the Church of Lost Souls' Orphanage and Thrift Shop. I'm afraid the old neighborhood has rather gone to seed. Still, it was a fun time, wasn't it? Steamboat Stew, those dear little fish sticks with mayonnaise cocktail sauce (how did you get the fish to be so rectangular?), the high and mighty angel food cakes with the tunnel of chocolate fluff, and the fragrant liver with onions. . . .

Oh dear. A frantic call from Melba. She is despondent over the demise of her romance with Mr. Wonderful and her golf game has gone simply to hell (excuse the vulgarity). I am urging her to find a past time that is more creative. Perhaps acting. She is so dramatic!

I Remain As Always,

Your Devoted Miss Blue