Dear God:
You know I don't ask for much. I've never asked for riches. I've never asked for fancy cars or big house. I mostly accept what I have and am quite thankful. You've given me wonderful children, a beautiful wife, and endless springs, caves, and oceans to dive from. But Dear God, please please please stop the Spare Air threads. I can't handle the torture any longer.
Thanks again for everything.
Pete
I'm kneeling right next to you