..dear, sweet, gentle Munuvians.... I beg upon your tender hearts... please, hear this call from the lonely void... I, having been inducted into your ranks, have found myself adrift in a sea of woes.. it seems that... even though my passport has been stamped, my baggage is being withheld by Munuvian customs...

..so, if any of you have any pull with the immigration Gods, could you slip them twenty American for me?... it worked in Pakistan... so, maybe in Munuvia as well...

... still, my archives, when trying to export them, only work up to various points in March... sometimes the 3rd... sometimes the 17th... sometimes, it is the 23rd.... good lord... the ides of March, indeed.... it looks to me as if the entire Month is out to get me....

..with that said, gentle Munuvians... can any kind Samaritan offer a hand out of this ditch?... my residence in your fair land awaits... but, without my suitcase full of inflatable sheep, Scotch, and vintage tomes of Robert Service verse, home would not seem homey... so, I beg you.. Brothers (and Sistahs)... can ya spare a dime?....

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