UH-OH. Problems within the team already. I ain't losing weight, wearin' lipstick, tossin' out my old gardening boots or remembering to comb my hair just so's LH don't lose his cookies every time I walk into a Cabinet meeting. My gardens are trim and well-groomed, but I'm a natural born big boned, broad-shouldered, kinda beefy, untidy looking frump. Flat-chested, though.

Moon rocks? Great idea! I got a pile of 'em started already.

I understand that all those great old American cars in Cuba have been very ingeniously refitted over time with Soviet made parts and engines.

All we need to do to control the deer population is to quit cutting down forests and turning them into farms, housing developments and towns. Stop making habitat for them. (A few natural predators would help too, no doubt.) We ought to be able to incorporate that into our environmental policies. I live in town and wake up to several in my yard every single morning. I can sit on my front porch late at night and by the light of the street-lamps watch small herds of 4 to 10 walk down the middle of the street toward the river, two blocks away.

Don't hardly never hear or see a bunch of womenz scratchin' their heads (nor their privates either) genericly tryin' to figger out why menz is the way they are. Ponder that one.

Now, do enough of us like sward chard that I should order seed? One of those varieties with all the pretty colored stems would look right nice growing along the the front fence of the White House.

Janie