This week at Where's My Backpack?, Ailsa invites to look at letters.So let's look at letters.I can't read it, but it's letters for someone. The tattered remains of an ancient scroll written in hieroglyphics. Seen at Boston's beautiful Museum of Fine Arts.Chef Boyardee was, in fact, a real live person. Hector Boiardi emigrated to the US, became a chef, began marketing his sauce and--as one thing leads to another--eventually had so much demand he needed his own factory. Hector Boiardi built said factory in the fertile, tomato-crop-growing lands of Milton, PA, just a few short miles from my home. It has since been bought out by a larger food company (which shall remain nameless) but the iconic smokestack--and the surrounding tomato fields--remain.As seen in Skaneateles, NY. 'nuff said.If you ever wanted to read a collection of poetry by Nobel Prize-winning author Pablo Neruda--translated into Russian--here's your chance. It's even prettier when it's written in Cyrillic.And recently, I went on a nighttime river cruise on the Hiawatha, an event-and-rentable (party) boat on the mighty Susquehanna River. Here's the recently-risen moon, shining on the tiara of letters that spell the boat's name.That's it, for now, for letters. I hope you enjoyed them! Or even want to play along yourself... :) Happy shutterbugging!