Dear readers, whomever you may be,
I have had a sporadic correspondence from a chance meeting with a man named Joe in a breakfast joint in Asheville, near the Biltmore Estate. I would like to share our letter/email writing with you and in honor of this man, I will keep his identity secret (the anonymous Joe). I immediately fell in love with him and our breakfasts got cold while we sang to each other, recited poetry, discussed political goings on, story-telling, and so much more. I was and am delighted to know this person and I think you’ll enjoy our correspondence just as much as me.