5/20/2022

My Friend & POTUS, JRB,

            My climbing rose toppled over last night. Its attachments to some flimsy hooks on the garage wall were not strong enough to keep it erect. Its loss is not as devastating as it could have been. It wasn’t the beautiful rose it once was. The root stock had won out over the grafted parts, so it had too many leaves & too few flimsy dark red blooms. What’s left now is a mess to clean up. Such is the flow of life – change is to be expected.

            The wind that knocked over the bush continues this morning. The trees are swaying. The chimney is rattling & it feels like any minute the house will lift of the ground. It’s quite unsettling so I can’t concentrate.

            If I could, I would be providing you with some suggestions about how to gracefully apologize to the Korean people for your security official who was arrested for assaulting a Korean citizen. Apparently, he was drunk & got in a fight over a taxi. Not the best way to start a diplomatic mission.

            I don’t know what to tell you about baby formula or the story about Tucker Carlson asking Hunter for help getting his kid into Georgetown.

Please make Burma a part of your conversations with Yoon Seok-youl today.

BYBS,