By Dean Haspiel
W hen Stephen Elliott, author and editor-in-chief of THE RUMPUS, invited me to participate in, “Letters In The Mail,“ I was honored and excited to add my sensibilities to a project that attracted writers like Dave Eggers, Marc Maron, Janet Fitch, Nick Flynn, Margaret Cho, Cheryl Strayed, Wendy MacNaughton, Emily Gould, Tao Lin, and Jonathan Ames, to name a few. Like most folks my age, I used to write letters all the time before the internet and email. Personal letters are important because they’re a time capsule and an extension of your DNA. Stephen asked that I write my letter in the form of a comic and I decided to reminisce about Montero Bar & Grill, the first bar I ever fell in love with.
One of the great things about contributing to Letters In The Mail is receiving personal responses.






Looking across the bar you realise, with horror, that the bandaged guy is , unmistakably, an older , ruined version of yourself! Another injured man stumbles in, he too gazes back at you with your own eyes. This time older and again wearier. None of you speak, it seems pointless. The damaged men know too much and you are too afraid to engage them with questions about who you have become or how that journey passed. You sit in silence together. This is your place. The place where you are known. Always.
CHEERS. “Where everybody knows your name.”
I like your spin on this, Si. Thanks for reading.
Nice work Dino. Capturing those moments of special places is something comix rocks out at.