Letter 744

I am just resigning myself to the fact that I will never catch up to the letters Donnie sends me. Another one, number 754 arrived today. This won't stop until one of us dies or forgets how to type. Our Dad had a typewriter that was black, heavy and weighted with metal. The keys would bang-tap against many a wounded piece of parchment under his strong armed-hand when he felt the need to get an idea across to some person of interest in his life that needed some chiding. Better them than me I would ponder. Always thought he would've been thrilled to see how absolutely easy it is to get an idea across with a standard computer keyboard but alas, it was not to be so. His last letters of wisdom were hand-written as the strength needed to pound out those tomes seemed easier delivered tiny & hand-scrawled. Old habits die hard (and apparently are genetic), and new ones sometimes harder to get a grasp of as we certainly see the wonders (and disappointments) that this increased/ing Age of Digitization pushes us ever forward into. 
I digress...or wordily meander...or pontificate...

Envelope 744 with Packer color markings:

 It pains me to look at this couple but I like the Smudge Mark on the Guv. Makes me relieved to be a proud constituent of Jerry Brown (& Nancy Pelosi's) I tell ya! Hahahah.

 Don obviously does NOT LIKE idiot lights!

Ahhh...the Good Life of country livin'!

Oh; and the low wages that go with Governor Walker's State:

I gotta hand it to my brother; he reads his newspapers.