Dear Magic Johnson,
Thank you for writing to me today! It's pretty exciting to get an e-mail from one of the all-time greats of professional basketball (even if you were an L.A. Laker).
I just wanted to let you know that I am taking care of your request. I am on your side! I have been encouraging the young people I know, especially, to get registered to vote. In fact, I am doing it right now.
(I'm going to admit it, I hesitate just a little to encourage the adults I know to register, because I live in Utah, and you know how that goes. Republicans, am I right? Still: grown ups that I know, regardless of your political affiliations, if you haven't registered to vote, get that done! Democracy YES.)
Anyway, Earvin (can I call you that?), thanks again for the e-mail, and have no fear: you can count on me.
p.s. Do you remember when we met that one time? It was in the Salt Lake City Airport, and you were there with all of the L.A. Lakers. I confess it was a thrill to see so many professional basketball players all in one place. I gathered all my nerve/chutzpah together and said, My son would never forgive me if I didn't say hello. And you were gracious, and shook my hand. But I was carrying my little baby girl, and you leaned in and gave her your gorgeous smile, and said hello to her in the nicest way. Still a fan, sir.