Dear Mom,
I know hopping a plane and traveling across the country
only to be submerged in the big city and the cold of winter
isn't exactly inviting, so I put together a few images
that will hopefully entice you to come visit,
despite the population and weather.
I present to you a few of my purchases from yesterday's trip to the record store:
I promise to have "You Don't Bring Me Flowers Anymore" playing on
the record player as you walk through our front door.
Now if Neil and Barbara won't get you here, I don't know what will.
See you soon?
Love,
Ash
