Secret Condiments

  Dear Father,
    Today is not one full of happiness as it usually is. As you know, I went to a barbecue last Thursday. I arrived their with nothing but the utmost glee and excitement. As the festivities carried on, a certain thing was missing from the area. There was an air of despair looming around the grill, as if somebody had forgotten something of the utmost importance. I went on with my business, mingling with my comrades. The night carried on as any other, but when it came time to feast on the fruits of a butchers labor, everybody was sent into shock. There was one condiment that had forgotten to be purchased for the gala. The popular tomato puree was completely absent from all the pallets of the attendees. It was a glum finish to an otherwise amazing evening. After the disappointment of the ketchup, the rest of the evening was a bland sort of sadness. I hope that the past few days have been good for you. See you in a couple weeks.

       With Love,
        Alexander