Dearest WL—

If you find yourself in Duval County, FL, please look up my Uncle Cam. He is not faring so well. Tell him I say hello, and that I love him—though I would not say we are especially close. If you end up in Orlando afterward, I ecstatically recommend Dudley Do-Right's Ripsaw Falls.

Me? I'm in Hollywood, CA. It has more in common with Orlando than many'd care to admit, particularly those in stations of immense Floridian/Californian influence. For one thing, we all live in immediate proximity to rides.

(Apropos of whatever, I don't care much for San Diego. My brother went to school there. Half their economy pertains to dolphin captivity. It's a pretty place, I suppose. Resplendent, even. Dr. Seuss lived there for a time. [Now he lives on in our DVDs.])

Jacksonville—Duval County's seat—is the largest city in the 48 states (by size, not population). Hollywood is not a city. West Hollywood is, which is confusing. I'd like to found my own city someday, although I'm told we've run out of room. (You are all welcome to join me, should I solve the space issue. I'm thinking I'll call this city Ardelion, or maybe Hanstown [named for my cat, whose name is Hans]. It would be the first city where coffee is totally free for everyone—as far as I'm aware, at least.)

Thank you for reading this. And sorry for speaking so much of Florida. I am always thinking of it. I have a theory that it is actually the same place as California. Anyway: I must hop into a (virtual) meeting. I love you all very much (not a lie).

Love,
Z.H.