Adieu, Chere Maman. I am offf to the woods of high Eastern Escondido to spend the weekend with a bunch of burly men-types beating on tambourines and getting in touch with their Inner Shmucks. Should be interesting. I think I know where my Inner Shmuck is--probably right where I left him just after that Gibson feller got excommunicated. Anyway I am sure I can find him, and he'd probably appreciate my checking in and asking after him, maybe asking him out to dance among the bears or some such. See ya Sunday, ok, Mom? Don't leave the light on -- I will be carrying a bear-fat torch when I come down the mountain. Or maybe painter-fat, huh?

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