My grandson Fisher, granddaughter Livi and Fisher’s friend Miller were riding in my daughter Tovi’s car earlier this week. This weekend, Tovi and her crew had decided to come to Richmond to visit Mom and us. However, because Fisher had a soccer game and a birthday party, he would stay back in Wilmington with my youngest daughter, Lissi.
Fisher said, “Mom, since I’m not going to Richmond with you can I send a letter to Helen?”
Tovi answered, “Sure, gram-ma loves when you guys write her. What would you like it to say in your letter?”
He said, “I’ll put in one of my class pictures and will say, Dear Helen, I am broke. Love, Fisher.”
After the laughter stopped, Tovi asked, “Why do you want to write that?’
Fisher said, “Helen always tells me I’m her favorite and if I ever need anything, that she owns everything, so just ask for it and it’s mine.”
Miller said, ‘’Cool, then ask for a million dollars!”
Tovi, “Do you want me to deliver your letter in person or mail it?”
Fisher, “Mail it, mom. Helen loves to get mail.”
The rest of the discussion in the backseat revolved around wishing that they had a Time Machine right now so they could jump forward to see if Fisher really got the million or not. And, if he did, what did he spend it on.
If I had been in the car I would have gone straight to the nearest FedEx, with the letter … overnight delivery guaranteed. Sure, it may cost a little more, but who cares with all the money Fisher will be getting.
My 91 Year Old Mom 
Sounds like Fisher definitely has some Laughon in him!
Keep them coming, Tom. I have definitely enjoyed reading your accounts of the family adventures!
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Amen to that, Dick! Fisher has the magic in his heart, soul and funny bones. Plus he is going to be rich as cream, so I want to stay on his good side.
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