Hey Brett -
Work with the credit union - they shouldn't be paying on the checks if the signature isn't yours. (If the signature is yours, get Wakana to tie you to a tree on the nights of the full moon. But I digress.)

Retrieve "I am a Man of Constant Sorrow" from your wayback files - it got me through some rocky times because after singing it enough times in a row it was just so dumb I had to laugh (not the song, exactly - just something about singing "I Am a Maid of Constant Sorrow" enough times in a row struck my ludicrous bone).

Guam isn't that big - they should catch the buzzard (or some other word that I don't think would make it past the censors).

Does Guam have a gym with those giant punching bags that boxers use? If it were me, I'd want to punch someone, and that seems like a good alternative. Visualize the son of a seahorse (or whatever) and WHAM!

When you're at a place that you can do it, remember all the folks that love you - and realize that they may have your bank account (at least for a while) but they can never get their hands on your true wealth.

And do keep posting as this continues to unfold. We care, and we're rooting for you!

I actually know you (unlike Corridus), making the story all the more real as it unfolds. And I've had enough strange things happen in my life (for better or for worse) to have a real appreciation for the journey.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Hug Wakana.

Tomorrow is another day.

Love you,
JudyB