I'm spring cleaning, doing the grand shuffle of trying to re-pack every nook and cranny of space in our apartment with the stuff we have no room for. I do this at least twice a year. It's like trying to play Jenga in your refrigerator the day before Thanksgiving.
In any case I found this letter from my mom. She wrote out the directions from Brooklyn to the UP (Northern Michigan, where she grew up) one year when Sam and I drove up there and rented a cabin there in the winter.
It's so entertaining and SO her. She has always written me these great notes, always with acerbic wit and perfect grammar. Yes, I'm Peach, don't laugh.