Dear Michael,Getting your last email certainly lifted your mother and my spirits. I think we must have been sitting around here in some kind of funk. Sounds like you are settling in nicely with your host family and are enjoying your training. Your cold weather gear is on its way, although from your letter it seems that the stores in Ulanbaatar have plenty of cold weather items to help you prepare for the coming winter.

Your mother and I tell everyone that our son is serving in the Peace Corps in Mongolia and you will spend your time there teaching English to the Mongolian people. We are so proud of you. You are one person who is making a difference in the world.

Now that I am retired I am going to have a lot of time on my hands so I will write you a very long letter for you to read during those long Mongolian winter nights. I shall start off with the story of my grandfather and Yellow Boy, but first I have to tell you about this dream I had.Shortly before you left on your trip to Mongolia I had this weird dream about you. You should remember that I wrote to the Dali Lama to express my outrage at the savagery of the Communist Chinese government in its brutal takeover of sovereign Tibet. I explained to him in my letter that we both fled our homelands in the same year and that as a Christian my prayers go out to him and his countrymen.
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