E-mail Message #1; From: BISHOP; To: David Paglia

Dear David,

In light of the circumstances, I suppose it is only one more of many improprieties to address you as David without our being formally introduced. Before you delete this E-mail without reading it through, let me state that I overheard you in the cafe of the Borders bookstore in St. Petersburg, Florida, telling someone your E-mail address. That should be enough to let you know that this is not random spam, and I can assure you I am not trying to sell you anything or get you to join in some multi-level marketing scheme.

I am writing to you precisely because I have no idea who you are, and I must assume that you have even less of an idea who I am. I've had something odd happen to me and I could use a sounding board to try to work through some of it. It is the sort of thing that borders on the irrational, and, being a rational person myself, I don't think it would be a good idea to discuss it with my family or my usual circle of friends. I noticed the stack of books you had at the cafe (pretty eclectic; chess, cooking, romance novels?), and since I was sitting just behind you I overheard your conversation with your friends (pretty strange, but funny). You mentioned your new E-mail address to one of them, and I guess it just stuck in my memory (it was pretty easy to remember, being in a bookstore at the time).

As I was trying to figure out what to do about all this, it struck me that writing to you wouldn’t be any more ridiculous than anything else that has been going on. Just one more bit of strangeness, I suppose. But I really don't want to bother you. Just let me know, or don't reply at all, and I won't trouble you further.

I won't go into it in much detail now, in case you have no interest. I will just say that I have witnessed something inexplicable, something that appears to go against "the way things are", but that also "feels" true. My former profession was based almost entirely on deceit, and, consequently, I developed a sense for lies and scams. I don't feel that here.

Anyway, let me know if you are willing to listen. Thanks for reading this much.

Regards,

Bishop

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