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| 8 January 1993 |
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| Cheryl B. Horton Criminal District Court, Section "A" 2700 Tulane Ave. New Orleans, LA 70118 |
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| Re: Current Events |
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| Dear Cheri: |
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| A STAR IS BORN |
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| A definition of star is this: a heavenly body considered as influencing mankind and events. |
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| Such a star was born many years ago on the 9th of January.
Some people thank their lucky stars, and when walloped some see stars. There are over 200,000,000,000 in our little Milky Way which is only one of billions of galaxies each containing billions of stars. Undoubtedly, some people think they are destined to win $30,000,000 tomorrow because it is in the stars. |
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| Years ago I was walloped by a star and I am still seeing stars as a result. This Capricorn was born on 9 January 1913. I speak of Richard Milhous Nixon. |
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| Just kidding. |
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| I really speak of Denise Sandra Faill. Of late, though, she has voluntarily consented to be known as Denise F. L'Hoste. Why? I do not know, but I know my lucky stars are plenty. |
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| Tomorrow this Star of mine will leave hillcrest and join me in the forties of life. I never have figured why it is said one is over the hill at forty. It cannot be the halfway mark. I will surely not see eighty, and there are genes in Denise that think they are in a Galapagos tortoise or a bright-feathered Macaw. These genes come from two Nanas. Nana Faill of Fort Meyers kissed ninety goodbye years ago, and D.D. "Duck" Boudreaux of Donaldsonville is not so quietly sneaking up on her tenth decade. |
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| I recently wrote a short article which was accepted for publication by a national magazine. The article is about birds and birding. Forgetting the many times "my wife" appears, the name Denise is written seven times -- many times more than the name of any bird, the supposed subject of the article. Yes, she is on my mind a lot, and with good reason. She is very special. You know she is a broker and sales trader of securities, but there are many things you probably do not know. Some are grand things, and some you may think small. |
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| She is the most giving person I have yet come across. She works hard for a dollar, but would gladly give her last penny away. Many men I do not know call my home and disturb my dinner. These are not secret suitors, but charity men from VOA and the Sons of this and the Daughters of that. They call on Denise because they can spot an easy mark. I try to answer the calls and politely say no so we will have some left to pay our bills. |
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| She makes the best sandwich in the world. This may seem a small thing to you, but it's not. You see, when I make a sandwich, I plop a wad of meat between two parts of a torn bun sloppily slathered with mustard and mayo. Denise's sandwiches are works of art; truly they are. |
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| She can go into the garden with scissors in hand and return with cuttings that with her touch and a pretty vase would dazzle the world of FTD. |
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| She has great wit and humor, and she is forever using them to pen small poems to say "Thanks" or "I'm sorry" or "Good show." |
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| She cares. |
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| And I'm pretty sure she loves me. |
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| Tomorrow, on the West Coast, the beady-eyed trickster, Dick, will celebrate his eightieth with family and friends, or at least with family. I, et alli, will help celebrate Denise's fortieth. To help her, I am enclosing in her copy of this letter a gift of THIRTY MILLION DOLLARS (if the six numbers appearing thereon roll out of the bingo machine at 9:59 pm). Unless Tricky Dick has a ticket, Denise can't miss. |
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| It's in the stars. |
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| More Later, |
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| David J. L'Hoste |
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| DJL/djl |
| cc: Bernard A. Horton Russell B. Ramsey Denise F. L'Hoste Paul D. Cordes Adrian C. Benjamin, Jr. |