Dear Ira,

This past Thanksgiving was my fiance’s and my anniversary. He bought me a new cell phone. It’s slim and slender and black and I lose it frequently in pockets purses desk drawers, really anywhere.

But it is the thought that counts, right Ira? He is quite a nice boy for doing this, now I won’t be nervous when I jog. Well, not as nervous as I have been in the past.

Call me!

Enna Stein