I know I say I always keep my promise, but some promises are meant to be broken. You know only you will listen to my “sounding offs” and not get bored, so here goes.
This YMCA is a five-star hotel, my Jimmy. It’s the sort of establishment planners should design, and politicians plan for the benefit of the fast-growing elderly population in every area. The only problem is that politicians use the services of places like this for their elderly folks. They do not need to show interest in a Social Security programme that may help those less fortunate.
My Dearest Jimmy, I have arrived safely. The flight was uneventful. Apart from a pleasant conversation with a sweet elderly woman who asked me to exchange with her my 32G aisle seat for her 32H aisle nothing very much happened. She wanted to sit next to her family. Seeing that the family included a granddaughter of about seven or eight years old like my Kayley, I gladly moved over to “H” and found a magazine with a mine of information on the merits of certain cities with all the best places to see, and be seen. It would be wonderful if this old fool were able to visit those places with you!