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Greetings
May 9-15, 2004
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May 15, 2004
Mary Lee,
When I dropped you off at the airport & the porter took your duffle, you were both grinning from ear to ear. He didn't know you had no cash & you didn't know you had to tip him. Must have been awkward at the ticket counter.
See you on the return trip.
Love, Flexrod
Danny,
For a brief day you brightened my life and made me smile. My only regret is that you got me hooked on Prairie Home Companion. I know you're listening. I Hope I made you smile.
Melissa
Cheryl,
The kids and I are missing you a lot, we'll be at the airport to meet you in a week. The cooking has been conservative, the stove is still in one peice and the kids are alive.
Hope you had fun at your parents 50th wedding anniversery, we've got another 35 odd years to go.
Love you.
Paul
Pappy and Grandma,
Best wishes you crazy old coots. I'll visit when I get back to New Mexico.
Jason
Edlira Longhurst,
Hi sweetie!!
I hope you are doing well!!
I am waiting for you!
Heber
May 14, 2004
Bill Mike,
I miss you and I love you. Everyday I worry about you. Huntin's dangerous you know! Enough of that, I wish you the best and come home soon, ya hear? And don't get shot.
Love, Brenda
P.S. Remember spooning in the farmhouse?
Bruce,
Sorry about the mix-up when we were supposed to go to PHC together in L.A. last year. I can explain everything if you'll just call me.
Deborah
May 13, 2004
hrhgbl,
Thank you for turning me on to GK and the PHC ... I LOVE it and I love you!
hrh sdmj
Christian,
Your four years of college are done and done well at that. May all you've gained (except some mites) be with you as you go forth into the world.
Your Physics Prof
Kimmy Sue,
Looking forward to the journey with my soulmate from the country of marriage to the land of parenthood. Hopefully, we'll find our way back someday.
Aaron
Dad,
Now that I'm in Law School I don't have any money and can't afford a real gift but happy birthday anyway.
Joe
May 12, 2004
Kelly Murphy,
You are the sun to my earth and the earth to my moon, and I love you very much.
Doug Murphy
mom and dad,
Now there is another Dr. Parker, pediatrician. Your days of using the woodburning pen are over, hopefully! We are so proud of you and love you.
Joshua Parker
Arnie and Ruth,
Happy Retirement, hope you are having a great time at the show and in St. Paul! Love, Your 6 kids and 1 grand-daughter
Michele Wenz
May 11, 2004
Bill,
Yes, Yes, Yes!
And we can go to Duluth afterwards...
Love,
Diane
Ken Wahpecome,
Howdy from your family Kickapoo Ken Wahpecome in San Diego, CA! We know that you love the music of BR549 as much as we do and are thrilled to hear them on PHC. You're the number one Indian Man in our lives and hope you are out of the hospital soon!
Arigon Starr
May 10, 2004
Dadzam,
Happy 60th Birthday to Dadzam from Bowser, Mudge and Beans.
Rachael Babcock
May 9, 2004
Mr. Denny,
School's almost out, and I'm wishing all my teachers were as good as you were!
Chris Martin
- Chris
Mike & Sue Fox,
From: Your brother Steve in California
Just wanted to know if you'd lost my phone #? Mom has it.
- Steve Gibbs
Eliot,
Hey. Good luck with all this. I wanted to listen, but was at work. I hope you do well!
- Alison
Mom,
Happy Mom's Day!
- Charles
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From Garrison Keillor:
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