I came home from work yesterday and D presented me with the singular best piece of mail I have ever received. It was addressed to RESIDENT at our address, and the yellow mini-legal-size note inside was the stuff dreams are made of:
Hello, My buddy who lives over there in Lakewood said something about a wrestling club or group but wasn’t sure about it… Gave this address. Do you have some kind of group or club that’s for wrestlers? I’m from Lake County [redacted because I'm trying not to be an a-hole about this] — Countryboyvillehood but wondering if you do have some kind of wrestling group/club… I wrestled in my school days & had a blast with my buddies — No I didn’t go to state but was fun. Write back if there is something to tell me – or phone [redacted] or lastly my buddies [sic] home [redacted] I’ll be hangin’ out there from 12-31 to 1-3.
There is also a P.S. on the back:
Is the Envoy high rise near you? It’s one block into Lakewood on Lake Ave.
Sadly, my friend, we do not (as far as I know) host a wrestling club in our home. (Or maybe, as in Fight Club, I’m just not going to tell you about it. Because it’s only for people who went to State.)
I am flummoxed and delighted to receive a hand-written letter from a stranger asking such a weird question. It raises so many questions, mainly about whether this person has ever heard of Google.
While I wrestle (hahahahahaha) with whether/how to respond to this letter, let me know what you think. Should we write back?