Dear Charlene:
Sometime after dark on Saturday night you stopped by my home and left a campaign brochure at my front door for me to see.
It contained the usual yada - experience, leadership, education, family and the like. Thank you.
Unfortunately it was dark and you didn't notice that my sidewalk entrance was blocked off. Never mind that; you apparently walked across the grass from my neighbor's house to do your business with me.
The walkway had been blocked off for a good reason. Earlier that morning a construction crew had finished pouring a new concrete slab which was still somewhat soft when you came by.
Just before going to bed I stuck my head out the door to admire my new investment and found your literature. In the morning I repaired the injury as best I could.
I'll be remembering you for quite some time. Thank goodness that you weren't wearing spike heels.
Your potential constituent,
Paul
