One Early Digression

To Ronald D. Boire, President and CEO, Brookstone Inc.

I ran over one of your magazines with a lawnmower yesterday.  No malice was intended.  The wind just walked it into the mower's path.  It wasn't purely accidental, though—something I am ashamed to admit.  I did have ample time to react, but the youthful anticipation of all that shredded confetti overwhelmed better sense.

A credit to your company: the magazine nearly jammed the blade.

I want to say, it was only afterward that I knew what magazine it was.  Lifting the bits of paper from the cut grass, I noticed a large chunk of the cover, the letters—okston—clearly visible.

L. told me that it could only be a Brookstone.  D. examined the font and agreed.  It was a hard realization.

Important to note: none of us here at 325 N. Summit Street subscribe to your magazine.  It was, unfortunately, delivered for a previous tenant, and left on the porch, where the wind cruelly flung it to its fate.  Its intended subscriber, a Ms. Allison Kottrise, would want to know its whereabouts, I'm sure.  If she happens to leave a forwarding address, I would be more than happy to write and explain the situation, so please feel free to enclose that information in your response.

One last thing: should you, in error, send future issues of your magazine to 325 N. Summit Street, Bowling Green, OH, 43402, L. would be delighted to browse your products.  On a shredded corner of page 23, she remarked how ergonomical the UV-C Sanitizing Wand, proven to kill up to 99.9% of certain bacteria on household surfaces, appeared to be.  It is exciting to see a normally bulky Ultraviolet sanitizing wand come with such clean lines and a clever hand-grip.  Yes, L. is nodding.

 Yours,
Jason Woodrow Carnahan