Amos drove me to it. HE was the one who said "rove" and made me realize that I must flee. Blame him -- I didn't even know that I was posting number 19,300. He is, after all, a sneaky sneak who lives in Southern California and you KNOW what sort of people live there.

No, no! That was Karl typing. I can't hold him back much longer. So, Mom, I'm going to run away until he is exorcised. Mom, I'll be back as soon as I am myself again.

Farewell, cher madre, for the nonce!