Happy Birthday: A dear old freind of mine, Arther Kenoy, was the last lawyer for the Rosenburgs, and after a judge turned down his final appeal for their lives, telling Arthur, he was right, that the law clearly stated that they could not be exicuted during peacetime for espionage, that political conciderations made it impossible to rule in their favor, and that Arthur, as a young lawyer would understand when he was as old as the judge was. Arthur, who is now decades older in years, never got that old in cynicism. If being an adult is learning to conform to this evil cold world of hardend cold hearts, please remain a child like the rest of us old red folkies, who as our hair gets thin and grey, never get as old as some. Many happy returns of the day, and take it easy, save some liver for your old age. All the best Larry Otway