Harry, you son-of-a-bitch. I don’t know what that amazing woman see’s in you. I’ve had a few adult beverages this evening and once in a while wonder if you need a good internet arse-kicking to make you fly right. Let Jenny know she is always welcome at the Waite house. That ought to get you to fly right.

And oh, by the way, since I’m in a bit of a drunken stupor, I have to tell you; I try to read other stories on Medium and realize no one holds a candle to the one and only Hogg. No, I’m not sticking my nose up your arse, simply commending you on your writing prowess. Don’t get a fat head.