Message on postcard:
Jesse — I am starting a new life above the Arctic Circle, where I now live on an iceberg. Last week, seeking wisdom and guidance, I dove to the bottom of the sea. There I met a meditating guru, and I asked him what philosophy a man ought hold. He said:
“No matter what the odds are this time, nothing’s going to stand in my way. This flame in my heart — and a long-lost friend — gives every dark street a light at the end. Standing tall, on the wings of my dream; rise and fall, on the wings of my dream.”
Then I realized he was quoting the theme song to Perfect Strangers, and I returned to the surface.