An e-mail — one of many:

I’m just glad to know why I couldn’t access you in real time. If it happens again, so what? No hay problema. You were like what happens on Christmas morning when you think all the presents have been opened, then an hour later someone spots one more, way in the back, behind the tree…and it’s YOURS! That’s what it felt like when I finally got online with you. And then reading the posts…well, it was like Merry Christmas. Sarah Barracuda is alive and well.

God bless you all. Including those of you who said we’re worthless failures.