Writing Letters

If I had the chance to correspond with a person, real or imaginary or written, it would be Sherlock Holmes. He is, in my opinion, one of the most interesting characters ever written. I mean, I could write him if there was a homicide in my backyard, my sister Emily was missing, or even if I lost a sock! He'd figure it out, for sure. Give him the facts, a wardrobe of disguises, and a few moments to think. He'll solve the case.
Not to mention, he lives in London. All of my letters would be addressed to Mr. Sherlock Holmes, 221B Baker Street, London, England. I could write to him for help on my chemistry homework, suggestions for defensive fighting techniques, and even where to buy the best pipes and tobacco. (Though I would never need those things, Mr. Sherlock did occasionaly partake of them. Or more than occasionally.)
Although Holmes has an incredibly logical mind, he happens to be a major messy person. "Bohemian" as Dr. Watson, Holmes' friend and case-partner, describes him. In one story, Holmes keeps his papers fixed to the mantel piece with a knife and his tobacco in a Persian slipper on the rug. I think that's one thing I love about him. See, my room is messy, too, but in my mind it all has a place and is perfectly normal. Sherlock is eccentric and random and I am quite sure his letters would be very interesting.
They would either be filled with details or quick and short, depending on whether he was relaxing in some mansion in England, or working on a case. Either way, I'd still love to write the great Sherlock Holmes. Unfortunately, he isn't real. And if he were real, he would be dead.
But I can still "communicate" with him, through his stories. (Written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, my second choice for a pen pal.)