From: LEONA EGAN

Halloween, witches, and Hawthorne Street.  I must be in Salem, Mass.
And Rev.  Chillingsworth is the creep opening the door.  He
recognizes me immediately, for my Large Red Letter 'A' is boldly
shining in his face.  He, of all the masqueraders, can recognize an
adultress.  The party is stuffed with the Puritan theocrats,
beelzebub, and the revenging angel.  Redemption time!  The Puritans
were quite randy, drinkers and rejoiced in bawdy courts.  Fellini
came late and wrote 9 1/2 without editing.  No one has left to this
day, except to cast a block vote for Senator Packwood.  Carpe diem