Dear Beyond Satire,

As always, I enjoyed your different tour of a city. Since I’ve been weaned on formula & old, old WWII movies, I have serious trouble thinking of Berlin in color. I mean, of course it is, I just can’t visualize it. I can go on the computer & see it. I saw your photos. I have postcards people brought me after they visited it. And still. Damn it.

Mental illness is nothing to make fun of. A lot of people have it. Me. And another person. Some famous person. And Charlie Chaplin who kept marrying 12-year-olds, but they all looked the same. Someday I, too, will go to Berlin, though I am waaay to old to go to cool with REDACTED fun. I. I will see if this will “cure” me. And I’ll visit my grandfather’s grave. But mostly for that color cure.

Writer and storyteller, immigrant, wife, mom, knitter, collector of jokes, lover of cheap, sweet wine.

Writer and storyteller, immigrant, wife, mom, knitter, collector of jokes, lover of cheap, sweet wine.