A big sign along the highway reads "1930's."  A bit dazed and confused with the dimly lit sign, I see another sign reading Streets. The sign just reads Streets.  Not Street Ave.,  Street Rd,  or Street Drive.

I reached in my pocket to re-read the contents of an envelope I received  a few weeks ago. No mention of any signs reading 1930's or streets in their letter. While placing the envelope back in my pocket, I spotted a shadow slip behind the bushes. I can hear their shallow breathing. An envelope drops before my feet.  I pulled out my piece. Locked and loaded, I scream, "Freeze right where you are!" The shadow takes heed to my command.  "A woman's voice pleads, "Please read the second paragraph in that envelope."  "We were hoping you would show."

Why eyeing the woman , I disarm her.  I picked up the envelope and read it in its entirety. I focused on the 2nd paragraph.  Sweet but not sweet enough.