Darren has made it to Russia and is in a little town named Marks. He sent us a nice long letter last week to tell us he made it safely.
This week, his letter contained only 6 words ("Ok, here goes...Me and Marks) followed by two photos. He never was particularly wordy.
Egads. Looks humid.
I thought I taught him how to clean mirrors.
One little old man saw Darren and his companion and said. "Look at these huge American spies. Give 5 of them weapons and they'll take over the whole town of Marks."