Ah yes, those were the days, T.D. You striding about the place in your puttees, drop kicking Erich Von Stroheim into the imperial pool, me racing chariots with Ramon Navarro. And both of us being taught by
Charlot how to swing our canes and wiggle our little fake mustaches. (Well,
yours was fake.) Those were the days. After the monkey funeral at Norma Desmond's place, I swear it just went all downhill.

Speaking of downhill, I'm glad you've noticed how very clean and tidy your
Neu Palis is. We all saw fit to chip in for movers (big husky guys driving around in a "Starving Cossaks" van

) who helped streamline your place of all that old-fashioned gold and silver and diamonds and malachite, and in their place install chrome railings, tagboard bookcases, beanbag chairs and black lacquer tables. It's the new minimalist look. Hope you like it!

The Ready-to-Go-Gamble-My-Gotten-Gains-At-Monte-Carlo GD/GP Janet