Exciting day all 'round, I guess. In Portsmouth there's a Greyhound bus, supposedly with a bomb on board and one passenger who refuses to leave. Not sure whether the two facts are related -- on one's talking. But police, news trucks, etc. have the traffic totally screwed up and no one can enter or leave the municipal parking garage.

Tom sang on board the Constitution for the retirement ceremony for a naval officer friend, which was, of course, a bit of a thrill for Tom. But it left him a bit frustrated. He really wanted to try out the cannons...which were aimed at Boston.

Take care of yourself, Kendall, and your good lady, whom I guess we won't be seeing this weekend.

Linn