Today’s letter comes from the International School in Palo Alto, CA, and it’s written by Chih-Hsuan. But that’s not the best part. The best part is that it includes a brand new code — and I cracked it!
Here’s the letter:
I replied:
Dear Chih-Hsuan:
It’s always amazing to receive fan mail. When you think of the world today, how many people on the planet receive actual letters? What’s more, you wrote to me about a book that I wrote 15 years ago. That’s before you were born!
I’m glad that I’m still alive to read it.
And I mean, I’m very glad. The old ticker is still working!
I love your code, which is a variation of the List Code that Mila created in the book. At first it looks like a shopping list: 4 peanuts, 3 lobsters, 26 tomatos, etc.
The number, of course, is the key which directs me, the reader, to the proper letter. 3 lobsters means: “b.” What stumped me, briefly, was 26 tomatos. Hmmm? The letter “z”? Then I separated the number into its parts, a “2” and a “6.” Oooooooh. Double ooooooh!
Your secret message: FUN BOOK!
Thanks for that.
I should also thank you for getting me to pull that book off the shelf. I was actually charmed by the first page — a good beginning, I thought, in which I introduce a new character:
The pink bows didn’t fool me. I ignored the matching lace socks and the little red plastic pocketbook. I knew that Sally-Ann Simms was one tough cookie.
So what if she was only four and a half years old.
Sally-Ann stood in my backyard, hands on her hips. She shouted up to my tree house, “Jigsaw Jones! You up there?”
I was up there — and I told her so. “Take the ladder,” I called down. “The elevator’s broken.”
It’s a relief for me to read something I wrote long ago to discover that I still like it. Not bad, I think. And “not bad” is “pretty good.”
You asked why Joey didn’t simply throw his egg sandwich away in the trash. Good question. I think he felt bad about wasting food, so he wanted to get rid of the sandwich without anyone noticing. Of course, as a storyteller, I needed Joey to hide it in the volcano to help keep my plot moving forward. I have to confess that the smell of hard-boiled eggs makes me flee the room. It’s just one of those odors that I can’t tolerate. Yuck. Super yuck.
Thanks for writing to me, Chih-Hsuan. And thank you, also, to the good folks at Scholastic for still sending along those letters, long after the book’s been published.
My best,
JP
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Alethea, I think you may not know it yet, but you seem to be an "emergent Christian". If you can get it, The Great Emergence, by Phyllis Tickle (an Episcopalian) is an absolute must-read. It will help you understand the transition which all of us Christians are in/have been in for some time. Fr. H.
"Most of [the newer hymns] sound like they are being emitted from a bad FM station."
And can be heard on K-LOVE radio.
I recommend Bart Ehrman's books. I think you'll really like "Lost Christianities." When you return to LC, we can loan it to you.
I had not checked your blog recently, but did today. I sure enjoyed reading your thoughts. This week I went to the free organ concert at the Episcopal cathedral in Boise. We also have gone to that church for Christmas Eve services these last two years since coming here. On the other hand, we've been going to an Assembly of God church near our home for the most part, a kind of church we've never gone to in the past. I miss the hymns, too. There is so much heart, thought, doctrine in the words and structure. A bottle of wine on Easter evening sounds good to me if I'm enjoying it with friends and good conversation. If you come and visit us, we'll go on over to the cathedral. Debbie