Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

August 13, 1993

Dear Everyone:

Have you tried getting stamps by mail yet?  This is one of the best ideas since sliced bread and sunshine. 

As you can imagine, I go through a lot of stamps in a month; my primary distribution list is up to 13 copies per week.  (Primary, because I have no idea how many bootleg copies are made from the ones that I send out.)  Plus bills, of course. 

And standing in line for an hour at the Post Office is not my favorite way to spend my lunch break.  Nor is dragging in a grocery bag full of change to get stamps from finicky vending machines.  I like The Magic Envelope much better. 

It's easy.  First, you have to get a Magic Envelope.  Sometimes they appear (magically, of course) in your mailbox.  Or you can make one last trip to the Post Office to get one.  Or, if you call your local Postal Service, I bet they'd send you one.  Once you have the first one, you're set for life.  They’re self-propagating. 

The Magic Envelope has an order form on the inside of the flap.  You just mark the little boxes for the kinds of stamps you want and add your name and address to the sideslip.  Tear off the slip and put it in The Magic Envelope with a check.  Lick it, seal it and drop it in any mailbox.  That's it! 

A couple of days later, a large, awkward-looking envelope appears in your mailbox.  It contains the three roles of stamps that you ordered plus a new Magic Envelope to use the next time. 

What's more, no matter how big the clumsy envelope is, it's still marked "DELIVER", "DELIVER", "DELIVER -- DO NOT LEAVE NOTICE" all over it.  This is a special message to the delivery person.  Translation:  "Look, fella, we don't care if this little sucker won't fit in that apartment-dweller’s dinky mailbox, don't you dare leave one of those obnoxious yellow slips that say, ‘Your package is at the Post Office; you can come and get it at our convenience’.  Make an effort to deliver it.  Stuff it in if you have to." 

Like I said, this is a great idea.  Try it, you'll like it. 

Movies… 

“Jeannie” and I have been to a couple of movies:  In the Line of Fire and The Fugitive.  Both have good things going for them, but The Fugitive could blow anything off the map. 

First, In the Line of Fire:  At 63, Clint Eastwood plays a Secret Service agent that some people think is too old to still be in the field.  But Eastwood's character knows that, ultimately, youth and vigor can always be defeated by old age and treachery.  When he walks into a meeting, he makes the division chief look like an overgrown Boy Scout. 

John Malkovich plays the villain, a man determined to kill the President of the United States just to prove that he can do it.  And Eastwood is equally determined to save the President just proved that he can do it.  Or, as “Jeannie” observed:  "Men can be so dumb." 

The Fugitive is a Thinking Person’s Thriller.  Based on the opening credits of the TV series, every detail, every motivation, is there for a reason.  Harrison Ford plays a man whose life is shattered when someone kills his wife, but who then discovers that his nightmare is only just beginning.  When he is convicted, it's not because the police are lazy and self-serving.  The misinterpretation of the facts is frighteningly plausible. 

Then, after a train-wreck that would warm Cecil B. DeMille’s heart, Ford is off to find his wife's killer.  Enter the second main character, the deputy marshal, played by Tommy Lee Jones, who is going to catch his fugitive.  Here we have two men, equally bent on achieving their goals.  The fugitive wants to find the infamous one-armed man, hopefully without inadvertently killing him as David Janssen did in 1967 in front of 72% of America (oops!).  Jones is just as determined to capture his man, regardless of whether or not he believes Ford is innocent or guilty. 

Unlike In the Line of Fire, the conflict between these two men doesn't feel contrived.  You actually want both of them to succeed.  Does Clint save the President?  Does Jones bring in his man?  Does Ford catch the real killer?  Go find out for yourself. 

Love, as always, 

 

Pete

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