Tending bar at the ancient saloon on old Route 66 seems like the perfect way to sort things out.
At least, that was the plan. But then the letters started arriving. Funny, rambling confessions of love from an unknown admirer, postmarked from every corner of the world. A Polaroid photo in each letter reveals a tantalizing glimpse of their sender, but never his true identity. And always the same strange sign off - Don't order dog. Jeri can't help but be intrigued.
"Silly with a 'made for TV' sensibility"