The Right Reverend

Today was a good day.
Thought you might enjoy this note from our cousin whom we call Hunting Man.

The Right Reverend
A funny thing happened the other day. A truck went past the house, a box fell off the truck. I went out and picked it up to see what it was. There was no name or any way to identify who it belonged to, so I opened it. Inside were two bottles of scotch. I opened one and tried it, and it was absolutely heavenly. The were identical, and I remembered that you said that you liked the smokey scotch, so I am giving this bottle to you.

In exchange, I would like to ask a small favor. A family cousin (Whose name is Howard Knight, he and his wife came to Steve and Emily's wedding) has just discovered that he has cancer of the lung, and it is spreading into his back. The next time you talk to your boss, would you put in a good word for Howard. Not that he would undergo a miracle cure (although we hope for that), but that he would be granted the strength and courage to be the dignified gentleman that he has been all of his life, and that he could tolerate the pain. A quick word for peace and understanding for his wife and kids wouldn't hurt anything either. You get to keep the bottle of scotch whether you are able to do this or not, because I was giving it to you before I found out about Howard.

Thank you very much, and I hope you find this scotch enjoyable.

CW King