LH, there was no reneging on anything. The boy didn't respond in time to the suggestion that he play the week between Christmas and New Years -- you snooze, you lose, you know. The Commandant gave him two days for a response, and when he was conspicuous by his absence she booked the Butthole Surfers and Celtic Goatherd. Time marches on, even in Blind River.

But from the contents of his last posting here I must admit that I feel threatened. I don't mind being laughed at -- far better men have done so -- but to talk about me being dead I can only take as a threat. I am therefore filing a complaint with the RCMP, and he should also know that I will be going armed with a .357 Magnum revolver loaded with 80 grain Glaser Blue frangible bullets. If he approaches me I strongly urge him to take his hands out of his pants and keep them in plain sight.