Don't wait for me, Argentina

On the morning of November 16, 2004, I called Frank to say I would be late to work. When I got off the phone, I sent Hobbs this email. I realized immediately thereafter that I had actually sent it to Frank. I rushed to Harriman several hours later, eager to do damage control, only to discover that the email was no longer in Frank's inbox. To my surprise, Frank said nothing to suggest he had read the note.

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Frank is benevolent, and I am a nut.

Hence, I am sequestered in my room until thirteen o'clock, hammering out my paper. Hence, I will not see you on the job. Hence, do not wait for me, Argentina.

Love,
John

P.S. This is delightfully incriminating evidence.