You went into jail in the summer. It is fall now. You will have stories to cover--Iraqi elections and suicide bombers, biological threats and the Iranian nuclear program. Out West, where you vacation, the aspens will already be turning. They turn in clusters, because their roots connect them. Come back to work--and life. Until then, you will remain in my thoughts and prayers.
With admiration,
Scooter Libby.
Emphases mine--any doubt that he's warning her, or communicating in code?
(image via Muse Gallery, text of letter via Editor and Publisher)
