OPEN LETTER  (to Koo)                                 First Day of Spring, 2012
So, Koo, you're probably wondering again where the last month has gone, and why I'm not here to address 
those thorny issues with you in person, such as what  The Frog Spring is all about,  and why taxi drivers 
always have their arms folded, even when settling their fares, even when driving ?who cares
The point is this: You passed through your  flugel state, into a  bugle state, into a  bagel state.
And when one eats the amount of bagels that you have stuffed recently, then the appetite for life 
becomes diminished.  Time stops.  World news (always a matter of opinion and taste) becomes rusted 
fractures of non-events.                  Weld   news.    
When such can be viewed only through the lens or less than perfect prism of a fleeing press 
-  HOL Y ! SKUNK -  is it any wonder? that the rag is flagged, debagged, then stacked where only 
the privileged few can use it for whatever lowly purposes they deem fit.
But I leave it to more eminent people than I to explain the significance of all of this.
                                                                                                                             The Doc