tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747227.post-16499855400878374482007-12-19T11:01:00.000-08:002007-12-19T11:10:08.851-08:00<div>I turned my computer off a week ago, choosing to enjoy the sound and sights of the waves and wildlife in my view. With the snail mail came a lovely letter from my friend Gordo. As I began reading I began laughing. And then I cried. This is what he wrote:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.tsunamihaven.org/blog/uploaded_images/Picture-776257.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tsunamihaven.org/blog/uploaded_images/Picture-776233.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.tsunamihaven.org/blog/uploaded_images/Picture2-776339.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tsunamihaven.org/blog/uploaded_images/Picture2-776318.jpg" border="0" /></a>Santahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12571304794419116215noreply@blogger.com