How nice to see you both. The last time I went to the dump, Ralph came out with a beat-up cardboard box and gave it to me, without muttering a word. It had about 2,000 blank sheets of typewriter paper. It was his way of saying that he appreciated what I'd written about him and John. I have a load of stuff from our garage to take down tomorrow, so I'll check to see if John's wife has had her baby. She was due today. Tough to deal with a new baby when you're in danger of losing your job. But then, John is a musician. He's intimately familiar with tough.

Pavlova? Don't much about him, but I remember his studies on his dogs.

It sounds like you all had a wonderful time, Peter.