Today is Fan Mail Friday on Tuesday #2

Having extended our "Fan Mail Friday #n" featurette to Tuesday, The Supreme Aglet humbly submits this interesting discussion between an Agleteer and his aglets.

This selection comes from Agleteer Jim (The Supreme Aglet will not reveal the full identity of fan mail contributors unless specifically requested):

Dear Supreme Aglet:

With meekness, I submit my findings regarding my exploration into the creation of the "aglet" and some of its history. I must admit that I have but scratched the surface of this subject and that there is much more to be learned.

I came across some very old, frayed, retired aglets and they agreed to allow me to interview them about their pasts. None of them really knew anything about their creation, though one opted, "I think that from the beginning, there was Adden & Even, sitting on a two-holer, sharing a rope between them. They tied the knot, and the world hasn't been the same since."

...The Supreme Aglet must interrupt here for a moment to both enjoy the clever usage of puns in Jim's account and to ensure the reader is aware that I have no personal affiliation with this fellow.

Most of the aglets shared their conviction that human life was easier with them around, but it came at a cost. Many of the aglets confessed that they lived in fear, suffered anxieties and depressions from day to day. Here are a few personal examples:

Aglet "A" complained that his world was mostly black and brown. As years went by, the color barrier was broken with the influx of whites, blues, reds, greens, yellows, and the like. Worst of all was the unwanted intrusion of the pinks (not to be confused with the "Pinko" that was associated with "Commie Red.")

Aglet "B" had a fear of public restrooms. He also had nightmares of being caught up in the enormous jaws of the dreaded zipper.

"C" recalled the first encounter with a weird group that made strange noises. They called themselves the "Velcros," and fortunately stuck together by themselves.

And "D" sorrowly exclaimed that when he or his mate became old and worn out, and separated, that the lace that held them together could sometimes find another life. Some were used to tie bundles, bond keys together, or even placed on a human finger to remember something or other.

Which reminds me--I feel that I cannot continue this writing, as my anguish is building up to the point that I may flood my keyboard with a torrent of tears.

Being the extremely emotional person that I am, I must discontinue my writings for some period of time. Thank you for your patience.

Agleteer Jim, you have an unusually close and touching relationship with your worn aglets, (more unusual than close or touching). Most aglets go through life little noticed for the hard work they do and the years of service they provide, all on a shoestring budget.

I hope that you find the courage to pick up your pen, if you will, and resume your free expression as guaranteed by the Constitution of the United States of America. If, per chance, you do not live in America or any nation in which you are endowed with such rights, well, nya nya nya nyaaaa nya, and the world of the Supreme Aglet is once again in perfect balance.