My beloved BBW awaits my return from this long peregrination of the glebes of Mortal Existence. When she was explaining what I had in mind to a girlfriend of hers, and how long I thought I would be wandering, the girlfriend exclaimed, "Can youDO that???" as though she'd thought there was some kind of rule against it. Of course there is not. But it is rather a long walkabout. We have been in close touch and she has updated me on all the local news. For example, the neighbors wife, Mrs Brown, has passed on. Several of us are hoping this means he will finally release the ancient Winnebago in his drive, which he has explained that he is saving for the Rapture. Why you would want an RV for the Rapture escapes me but he seemed to think it a good idea. Sigh.

Gabe is alive and well, is now back in winter quarters in Rhode Island, Gnuzer.

Rapparree, I would have come to Pocatello but I have it on good authority that there is no such place as Pocatello. I am loath to commit to imaginary travels and feel I must wait until this matter is properly sorted out before I make any commitments.