Much Love from California

Dear Greg,

Greetings from sort-of-sunny San Francisco. While you have been
sleeping, I went and became a Californian! Well, almost -- I haven't
gotten my California drivers' license yet, but I did get my library
card. One must have priorities.

I was so glad to see you and Frankie for dinner a few weeks back. I was
especially glad you could meet my folks and spend some more time with
Jon, who thinks you're awfully cool. You also made a big impression my
dad -- the next day he called and said, hey, that Greg fellow is great!
I think that once you are back on your feet, he would like to take you
golfing. Both he and my mom send their best wishes for your recovery.

Speaking of your recovery, let's make that happen soon, ok?! San
Francisco is really lovely, but it suffers from an insufferable LACK OF
MY FRENS. Jon and I have plenty of room, and we can't wait to host you
and Frankie here in the city by the bay. The only downside is, it will
never, ever get hot enough here for you. But please get well and come
visit soon.

In the meantime, please hang in there and heal. You are getting such
excellent care from your doctors. You are getting an absolutely
enormous and moving outpouring of love from your friends, family -- even
from people you haven't met. Frankie in particular has been just
incredible, and I hope you can feel her strength and are proud of her.
Your friends and family have been there for you both 24/7, and you
should be proud of them too.

Frankie misses you very much -- we all miss you so very much -- so get
better fast, so we have the pleasure of your conscious company again.
We love you, and we need you to be well.

I'll write again with news from the Left Coast -- in the meantime, take
care, please know Jon and I are thinking of you all the time, and
sending lots of love and light back East directly to you in Brooklyn.
And we are both looking forward to flying out soon for your big, epic,
blow-out recovery party.

Much much love, from Kristen