Dear Max,

While I'm none the worse for wear, it was, indeed, a trifle inauspicious for awhile. Fortunately for me, (and to hear my fellah talk, for you as well), I didn't see this thread until Saturday night, after the first three days of Passover, and by then the jig was up.

Unfortunately, I had already pitched a capital tizzy by the time I had read far enough to know you were having us on. Where does one put the adrenaline when it isn't wanted after all? I, for one, have had all the excitement I can digest, so please, Max, take pity on those of delicate constitution, and ponder the words of my favourite-sign-of-all-time: "You are responsible for your wake." (That is, if you don't wish to attend mine, any time soon.)

Yours, in times to come, most

Warily,

Shula

P. S. Max, Akiba asks me to tell "thet young fellah up tuh th' Mu-ud-cay-et, he bes' be a'mindiniz mannuz heah-aftuh, an' git a'holt on hissef, 'cuz," it wouldn't be seemly for one "landsman" to have to say of another, "But CH'AWnuh, he jes' a'NEE-EE-DID killin' sump'um AW-ful!!!"

P.P.S. How come, when Akiba reset the cookie to his instead of mine, the message posted under my name?