“. . . Don’t be alarmed, Valdo, to find this letter among your papers. I know you haven’t expected any news from me in a long time, and that you essentially consider me to be dead. Ah, how things change in this world.”
“Though Baron von Munchausen preferred slippers to gaiters and leisure to work, he soon had to give up his postprandial snooze and stay-at-home life. The smoke from his old pipe was easily dispersed with the palm of his hand, but the roar “made” by that smoke was swelling with the abandon of ocean breakers.”
“This year I turned forty, friends. Turns out, I’ve seen forty New Year’s Trees. That’s a lot! I guess the first three years of life I didn’t really know what a New Year’s Tree was. I guess Mama took me by the hand. And I guess, with my little black eyes I looked with disinterest at the decorated tree.”
