You always impress us with the depth and reality of Bob Skinner and the characters around him.. With FUNERAL NOTE

you have truly outdone yourself. It’s brilliant characterization throughout, set in an intriguing plot. Your literary “experiment”

to get inside these characters’ heads works beautifully, familiar as they are to me by now. I was most intrigued. While i do

admire him, I’m not sure I’d want Bob near my daughters. Socially, I mean.

 In addition, I re-read many times the few paragraphs on PP 60 and 61, where you develop Aileen’s thinking about her

differences with Bob Skinner. I’m with Skinner in their argument.  I wonder if you based some of the “gridlock”

aspects of their opposing mindsets on the current gridlock in the U.S. Congress, where ideology is conflicting head-on

with pragmatism and common sense, with nothing good ever decided. (God help the U.S. if Obama gets another four

years come November.)

 I note with interest your frequent references to rugby, using it as a characterization device, implying, I believe, a

certain “bigness” and “roughness.” As a former rugger player at Watsons and Strathallan, and in “rugby sevens”

throughout the Border towns, I wonder if your American readers get the point. Only today is rugby getting any national

TV exposure over here. By the way, my cousin Graham Young, now aging in Edinburgh, was capped as Scotland’s

scrum-half year’s back. Dad’s old pal, my “uncle George” Murray, was a power in the Scottish Rugby Union back then.

Sir Garth might remember him, as Courtney Morrison (a magnificent Watsonian forward) surely would have.

 I cry for Scotland. A note from a friend recently visiting talks about “Hardly once, in any cafe, railway tube station,

restaurant, hotel, gas staion did we encounter a British employee. Every low paid service worker was Eastern

European, Polish, Russian, Ukrainian, Pakistani or other Asian, though they all seemed to work hard. Everything

has changed, and I’m not sure for the better.”  She could have written the same about California or New York. We “Anglos”

are becoming the minority here.

 I note you are in Spain, I hope their frightening economic problems don’t adversely affect your stay there. I assume

you still call quaint and peaceful Gullane home. I recall the week my Dad — G.H.P. “Podge” Alexander — wardened

at Muirfield’s 9th during The Open. He would only handle the 9th. “It’s closest to the bar,” he said..  

 Best regards, and much admiration,

 John  (now approaching  87).

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Be  there; it’s a must.

Are you mad, Adrian???? And upset how many restaurateur friends???? I hope you enjoy your time in L’Escala; while you’re there, you might like to visit, in no particular order, La Clota, L’Esculapi, Mike’s, Can Roura, La Lluna, La Terrassa d’Empuries, 1869, Ca la Chari, El Roser II, Meson del Conde, Can Coll, Casablanca, Sotavent, La Clota, Pizza Pazza, Illa Mateu. It’s up to you to find them all. Oh yes, and if you have room, the best sandwich in and around town is Theresa’s ‘chickenpig’, to be experienced in a xiringuito (beach bar) called Vaive, a little north of St Marti d’Empuries.

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