Dear Tom Selleck . . .
Do you sometimes miss our little game? Me too. That doesn't count as our 'confessions' tonight. I get another question.
Do you sometimes put your knees in your shoes and pretend you're short?
Sometimes . . . I imagine you pulling up in front of my house, swaggering up my front walk, and standing on my front porch with a handful of gerber daisies.
Edie B. Kuhl