Predictably, the long running letter to my son, Will, called Silver Tea is back.  It appears I can't stop. This thing has been a marvel for both of us and for at least 5 or 5 other loyal readers.  When Will was in 8th grade, one of his teachers attended a conference at Harvard and found that Silver Tea was the principal topic. I stop writing it occasionally because of reasons that are entirely personal and often a bit on the fluffy bunny scaredy cat spectrum.  So - people I work with read it.  So what?  I get more questions that I want to answer. So don't answer them. Anyhow - it's back and is, daily, edging it's way into becoming the internal structure of my new book, working title Simple And Forgotten Things. So that's what. Love, Bill