Dedicated to Andy Anderson, a wonderful little man who once lived in Bellefonte, PA.

Beth and I were stunned and saddened to hear of his untimely death recently. Andy had a funny habit of appearing out of nowhere and handing you a mysterious (usually dry as heck) note. The example here was cleverly folded for the ol’ one two punch. I was sorting through my flat files the other day and found these (see above). Beth and I will never forget drinking cheap champagne on his porch, and smoking lovely Cubanos.

Auf wiedersehen, Kamerad. Thanks for always keeping an eye out for us, and… where did you get those Cubans anyway? Betcha’ have all you want now.