"Heavy to sorrels ¶ Dear Mort, Twenty five (25) years ago, I'd passed for a citizen of town. The state runs heavy in favor of sorrels -- red hair. Different than other places with the full force of color, the people are withdrawn. Quiet conservative people. The workshops or classes at the University are made of people from other states and countries. So I don't have to struggle to fit in. I should worry about filling in, but have lost the knack.¶ Asi no mas, your friend -- Monte."