Contrary to appearances, I am alive and well . . . as is Robert Culp, who seems to be feeling his oats (or at least feeling something) with the new blonde on his arm. Or maybe she was just his date for the Lint Roller party; who knows.

While I was away on assignment, my airport driver offered me his condolences on the death of my "buddy." I had no idea what he was talking about. Turns out he got Robert Culp mixed up with Robert Goulet, who did in fact kick the bucket a while back. (Ridiculous to confuse them, I agree; we all know Culp is a far superior singer.)

When I've recovered from my jet lag and plowed through the mountain of messages that arrived during my absence, I'll have more photo quizzes to post.


Regards--

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Glad you're back, B-L!!


As always,

Tatia


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Thanks for the day brightener, Tatia! As always, your fumetti are nonpareil. (Not only that, there's nothing like them!)

Regards--