The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
December 3, 2004

The Lodge's Smell

They don't call it Sun Valley for nothing. With the morning glare off the ridgeline, we've got two suns to contend with. The lodge's familiar smell is wonderful. If I could bottle it, well, it would probably be the only bottle I'd ever need. Happy to report the caretaker managed to keep the racoons at bay, unlike last year. The send-ahead service worked wonders. Even my new Trivial Pursuit game is intact. We will not play, Diary. It's just an in-joke for Neil. Not enough room to explain. Manolo has the kitchen back up to speed. I've faxed this entry into the office. I hope it's not too long. I instructed my guy there just to edit as necessary. You are in capable hands, Diary. It's nice to be out in the world with a wonderful woman on your arm. The air is as crisp as a banker's fifty dollar bill.

[signed] Nick

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