To: Mom & Dad

From: Tommy

Subject: Please Send Ticket!


I've been stuck here in Panama City Beach for a couple months now.

Holy shit is it boring!




You wouldn't believe it. The Spring Breakers are so unmotivated.

I've yet to see any of them studying, and they simply hang at the beach all day - dressed in what I would consider 'somewhat inappropriate' attire.




No wonder this Hell Hole goes so Goddamn junior!

First opening in Dubois and I am on the first train outa' town!




Last week me and Marvin were studying at the beach -- (you know, practicing some really cool Density Altitude problems and Wind Correction Angle brain-teasers) and a few of those Notre Dame Cheerleaders got sand on our E-6Bs 'cause they were such shitty Frisbee throwers. It's as if they weren't even trying.

It was awful!!!




And then, just when I had Alfred stumped on my favorite FAR trick-question the Boston College Girls Volleyball Junior Varsity Squad interrupted and asked us to help them with their sun screen.

Right in the middle of an FAR question? You would have killed 'em Dad!




I wish I was home. I could be out mowing your lawn or maybe over listening to a few of Winter's fishing stories. But don't worry about me. I know this ordeal is only temporary and I'm trying to make the best of this situation.


Your Favorite Son -

Tommy