I had a little chat with the maintenance man in my building. I mentioned Shakespeare, and he said, "Yeah that was in 1704." Well, we all know it wasn't. But HE CAN FIX MY KITCHEN SINK. Which is more than can be said for most of us. He can likewise fix the wiring in my apartment, paint my bathroom, fix the plaster, and understand things that are beyond my comprehension. And he comes to work sober. Intelligence comes in many forms.

This having been said, my cousin John Caldwell in Kentucky had a visitor from England who wondered if it would be possible to run up to Wyoming for the weekend. (Note to our friends overseas, it would not.)