Wayne has more fun in his wheelchair than most people have in their ordinary lives. He was in a good mood Friday night, sporting one of the new colorful tie-dyed T-shirts we got him a couple of weeks ago. He is, I think, a love child at heart.

Much of the fun Wayne loves to have is at my expense, if possible. Wayne loves to plot tricks and surprises on me, and last night, Maria.

When we came in to call the regular Friday night bingo game, Wayne was smirking and blocking the door. The wooden bingo balls, the ones we use to call the numbers, were missing he said, they had disappeared from the activities room. This alarmed both of us, who headed down the hallway before we heard Wayne guffawing and laughing, and tell Red with great delight, “we fooled them, didn’t we Red?”

Red seemed delighted wagging his tail and getting excited (for Red.) We came back and Wayne was pointing to a corner of the dining room where he had hidden the cage where the balls from which the wooden numbers are turned and called, as one ejects from the bottom of the cage.

Wayne was beside himself for having tricked us, he was laughing and chuckling all night.

Wayne teased me about the trick and then taunted me as I called the bingo numbers. If he didn’t get his numbers, he yelled out, “new caller, let Red do it!” I think Red is on all this. You can write Wayne at the Mansion, 11 S. Union Avenue, Cambridge,, N.Y., 12816. He loves getting letters, but he doesn’t have full movement of his arms, so it is difficult for him to reply.

The other residents of the Mansion who would like to receive your letters are Bob, Allan, Winnie, Jean, John, Alanna, Peggie, Ellen, Joan, Brenda, Jackie, Sylvie, Alice, Madeline, Mary, Blanche, Bill, Diane, Helen, Debbie,  Dot, Ruth, Kenneth, Gerry, Guerda, Wayne, and Matt.