Not just a good afternoon, but a great afternoon, Locks,

As I write to you today from behind my desk, I see a brilliant vista ahead of us. In the distance, a golden mountain shines, the sun shimmering, lighting the way as if to say, “Come, Locks. Climb me.” It is truly a new day.

Every since I rearranged my desk to face the window I’ve been starting my correspondence that way.  Anyway, the office plant died, and I think I know who did it. I’m pretty sure she’s reading this Newsletter (because it is mandatory) and if my hunch is correct, she (or any other one of you spineless office peons) has until 5PM today to fess up.

Today we offer some corrections for a few errors that have crept into some previous editions of the newsletter. Please notice, none of these corrections are accompanied by apologies, similar to the behavior of our dear ficus’s murderer.

From Volume 871 Issue 44 – Subscribe here, members, to be the first to get the next newsletter!