What a wonderful discussion these polemics are me thinks. Reading it all, as I have--twice now, on this cool summer night in Illinois (where our governors make our license plates) I am transported to the shores of a thoroughly tranquil and idyllic stream with mole and other wind in the willows things. The fact that I have no idea what the hell any of you are going on about makes being here with you one of the most marvelously relaxing bits of time I have ever spent. No distressing words with real meanings to ruin the pastoral bliss of it all. This is better than Soma, or cocaine---maybe even ice cream!

I must thank you all.

By all means, bury your asses -- if that will make you happy! But, please, leave something of it sticking out above ground. That way you will never, ever, run out of bicycle racks!

Affectionately,

Art Thieme