Dearest Spokane Boys,
I am in Boston and you are in Provo. When we lived in the same city, I saw you every day and I knew everything going on in your lives. Now we live on opposite ends of the country. However, that is not an excuse not to talk to me; I still want to know what is going on. So please be better communicators than I am afraid that you are. No detail is too mundane. I especially want to know when you (finally) catch a fish. Or how you're getting along with the new kid. Or when someone professes his undying love. All are important to me.