In my "in Box"

I hate to bother you if I have the wrong Tom Frank but are you the person my wife, Sue Boiko, and I knew from Cincinnati? Our children were in day care together, your son, Buster, and my daughter, Becky. You spent some time teaching me a few tricks for my birthday one year. You owned a magic shop downtown for a while. By the area code on your website, it looks like you're in Seattle now, a city we know well since half my in-laws live up there.

Now, if you are that "Tom Frank", I'm about to ask you something, which, if its too much of an imposition, I apologize, profusely, in advance. But if its something you might be able to do simply, we'd appreciate it very much. I'm writing you because you are the only professional magician my wife and I know.

We're trying to do something special for my daughters' friend's birthday and thought of going to the Magic Castle in LA since we live in San Diego now. We can stay in the next door hotel and be admitted that way but we have no way of obtaining an invitation for the boy and his parents. I, we, were wondering if you were a member and, if so, could arrange an invitation for them?

If not, not. But I might as well tell you now, since I have the chance, that I've always been grateful to you for teaching me the basic "scotch and soda" trick and the use of the hollow thumb to vanish silks and cigarettes. Its routine to you but its magic to me.

Marty Schwartz