Dear Mr. Crosby,
Absent knowing how to reach you I am trying this route. I understand you have a date in Boynton at the temple in Dec. Marcia and I would love to see you, break bread, have a drink, or have you stay over with us. My address is (address withheld by Edirot) in Boynton Beach. (phone number withheld by Edirot)
Bob
Dear Bob,
Great to hear from you. Apparently there has been some sort of excommunication here on the InterNest. And I'm glad you brought this to my detention.
You seem to have gotten my e-mail address off some website called Shtick! where they have a column that claims to be written by Yours Trudy. Actually, I've read the fake Ask Norm Crosby column and I wish I had found this Charlie Recksieck guy back when I was looking for writers for "Norm Crosby's Comedy Shop." We had so many so-called comedy writers for that show come in and out of there, we should have installed a revolting door.
So as it turns out, Bob, when you sent the e-mail to Norm Crosby, you're actually reaching some guy named Charlie with your e-mail. It's not me, just an incredible stimulation. I don't bear this importer any ill will -- you know what they say, "Intonation is the sincerest form of battery."
Yes, I do have a show at the Temple in December. Please come up and say "Hello." I'm touched by your offer to stay with you, though I already do have complications arranged at the Mariott. But I would love to say hi to you and Marcia.
Take care,
Norm Crosby