To the farmer in La Conner: We were lost on the highway last Saturday night, looking for a party at our friend's house, when we accidentally pulled into your private road and caught you with your barn door open--literally!

It was pitch black. The night was completely still. Our headlights lit you up. There you were, in your barn, dressed only in those green boots fishermen use for wading. You were humping a sheep! And we caught you doing it!

Just thought you'd like to know you weren't caught by anyone who knew you personally; just by a couple of anonymous hippies looking to get stoned.