So-called "event"...

Dear Nicky,

You're such a good sport and a naturally buoyant spirit that you can find joy in almost any surrounding (except Anguilla). You proved it this afternoon, when I took you and your sister to West Orange for this fundraiser Mom was in charge of for your school. The place was a dump, a dingy, smelly, rundown old Elks hall. Why they had it there I can't imagine. It was hot and crowded inside, cold and windy outside. The food was wet and mediocre; no wonder you didn't eat any. A whole mess of disabled adults from group homes showed up and hogged all the space at the tables and convulsed on the dance floor, oblivious to the little kids who were dancing there, too--like you and June. Despite all this genuine suckiness, you really seemed to have a nice time. You loved dancing, and you followed the uninspired DJ's instructions perfectly. We three stayed a goodly time, then we left Mom there to do her thing for the rest of the afternoon. You passed out in the car not five minutes later.

Love,
Dad