Sorry to have been away for so long. Amos, I liked that film, a nice rendition of a John Cheever short story.

MOM, it is officially not-summer. Not winter, but not summer. I would call it autumn except we seem to have such a short autumn here it almost isn't worth calling it that. About a week, then BAM, it's cold and cruddy till spring. Not as cruddy as at Rap's house though, where winter-time golfers on skis and snowshoes bounce bright orange balls off of his roof and back porch.