Dear Bobby Ray,

Im writing this letter slow, because I know you cant read fast.

We dont live where we did when you left home. Your Dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen within 20 miles from your home, so we moved.

I wont be able to send you the address because the last family that lived here took the house numbers when they moved so that they wouldnt have to change their address.

This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine. Im not sure it works so well though, last week I put a load in and pulled the chain and havent seen them since.

The weather isnt bad here. It only rained twice last week, the first time for four days, and the second time for six days.

About that coat you wanted me to send you, your Uncle Stanley said it would be too heavy to send in the mail with the buttons on, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.

Tom locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were really worried because it took him two hours to get me and your Father out.

Your sister had a baby this morning, but I havent found out if you are an aunt or uncle. The baby looks just like your brother………..

Uncle Charlie fell in a whiskey vat last week. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off valiantly and drowned. We had him cremated and he burned for three days.

Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pick-up truck. Ray was driving. He rolled down the window and swam to safety.

Your other two friends were in the back. They drowned because they couldnt get the tailgate down.

There isnt much more news at this time. Nothing much has happened.

Love, Mom

P.S. I was going to send you some money but the envelope was already sealed.