I received a copy of a dopey letter today written by a dopey, malignant place where I used to work (I left last June) informing the recipient, a minor creditor of a former client of mine,who remains a client of theirs, of my “last known address.”
The words and peculiar imagery in the letter suggested a kind of off-kilter X-Files federal bureaucracy scene, but that’s much too poetic a thought. Dopey is better.
I think my last known address is somewhere between ↑and ↓.
No more need be said, except that the federal government has another snowstorm day-off today (when it isn't snowing) following the previous day-off last Friday (when it wasn't snowing). Nice work if you can get it.
Train Leaves Here This Morning -- Dillard & Clark (Link)
