Dr. NoSleep

And sometimes I even consider that if God were as kind as he's in the Bible, he'd probably give this old man dementia to make it easier.

But somehow, someway, people need to talk about it.

It'll happen again just as it happened to us and our grandparents and the Indians and the cowboys and the pilgrims from here to Plymouth Rock.

It's in our nature.

And you can't fight nature.

We read in school about what them fellas in Mexico used to do, and maybe we got to thinking about it.

Maybe we don't like saying it because we're all ashamed, and maybe we should be.

Or it'll remind you how lucky you are to still be innocent and look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, whichever one by me.

God bless and keep America beautiful, a concerned citizen.

First, I have no relatives or friends in Kansas City, so how this person knew my name and address is beyond me.

Second, if he was referring to the Facebook post I had made originally, I would have no idea how he could have seen it from Kansas City, considering the page was a social bulletin board for my town in Kentucky.

My closest guess was that he used to live here but moved to Missouri and checks the page out of nostalgia.

The second envelope was unmarked and stained in some places, either from moisture or spilled drinks.

Opening it up, four large Polaroid envelopes fell out, folded and crumpled but still legible.

They were faded somewhat with age, and written on the bottom of each one in blue ink were captions, apparently written by the sender himself.

Photograph one was of a poster, one plastered on the shopfront of a grocery store.

It depicted a chalk drawing of an American family, a mom, a dad, a boy and a girl, staring out at the viewer.

Their hands were across their chests with their left index fingers raised to their lips in a shushing gesture.

Aside from their poses, each member of the family was wearing what appeared to be a small pin on the right side of their chests.

Two swords crossed over an American flag.