Dear Blimp:
Where did we go wrong? We were so excited when we heard you were coming to wine country! I mean, we told all of our friends, posted it on MySpace (and do you know anyone that posts anything on MySpace any more? It’s owned by that Wall Street Journal guy, fer crying out loud) and even got a blimp tattoo tramp-stamped right there (you know where).
And then – nothing.
You don’t call. You don’t write. U dnt txt.
And then. Last week, I saw you in San Francisco, floating over the Bay without a care in the world. You were at the Golden Gate Bridge. I was the guy in Sausalito. I waved. You turned away.
What was it, Wine Country Blimp? What has caused this silence?
I see you are hanging around with Mountain View, too. And even Oakland.
Fine. It’s over, Wine Country Blimp. Tell your friends at Airship Ventures they can hang out in Mountain View and Oakland and even San Francisco.
I don’t care.
I’ll just hang out with the Hot Air Balloons.
Signed,
Sad Inside Sonoma
ps- call me if you change your mind? I’m in the book.
Dear Sad,
We’re so sorry that it’s over between you and Zep. (flighty, them).
We want you to be with us, to soar where no turtle has ever been, to leave home without leaving your shell, to get there “slow but sure” as one of our great grand sakes would have said………
we love you, truly.
Turtle Airships
ps: we’re not in the book, but Goog’us…..