Catching up on some correspondence

One radio station where I worked had a teletype machine. It had a bell that would ding when important news items came over. I found if you jammed a paperclip in it you could make it stop.

Dear Teletype Manufacturing Company,

Please make one with a switch for the bell in case you don’t care to know anything new
or important.

There, that one’s done. One more to finish off the eighties.

Dear Duran Duran,

I find your work pretentious.

I suppose I should get around to writing Mom, tell her I moved to Australia. No, I better do these in order or I’ll never finish.

Dear Kurt Cobain,

Sorry I missd the wedding. Sure you and C will be very happy. Did I leave my shotgun over at your place?