There is never a dull moment around the Den. Yesterday I got home and there was a package addressed to me that was sent from me. Typically this spells disaster. The package itself was singed and smelled like it had been on fire. When I opened it I began to realize that it was from "The Ghost Rider." This young feller is making a name for himself and I have now become his next victim. Maybe some day we will find out who you really are and I can repay your generosity. Thank you for the great cigars. I am sure they will meet a fiery death.