Why is it that where ever I live, I am surrounded by nuts! I spent a lot of San Francisco time surrounded by a cast of seriously psychotic people and it seems I have found the local mental institution. Just after lunch I took off and spent the day and evening with some friends. When I walked through the lobby door upon returning, my arms were full of packages and plastic bags and thankfully one of the other tenants was there to open the door for me. Her courtesty required me to listen to her complaints. It seems the the Fire Department across the street has been making a lot of unnecessary calls. The woman told me she doubted there were THAT many emergencies. (Of course...the Fire Department guys every so often turn on the sirens and drive around the block just to bug the old ladies in this building!...)...Also, she was wondering who to call because the planes have been flying too low, people have been slamming their car doors late at night ("Why can't they close them softly?")...and today the mail man was a different guy and didn't look 'kosher'. I am not exactly sure how to interpret that...if he didn't look 'kosher' does that mean the mailman wasn't circumsized?...or likes bagels and...peanut butter....or was just a crook who killed the regular guy and was stealing everyone's Suave Conditioner Sample? I shouldn't be surprised because last summer at the building picnic I was told that V.P. Cheney helped destroy the Trade Center, Roosevelt died in 1940 and was replaced by a double....and so was Churchill....and Bush should be tried and hanged...and....Kennedy was killed by Nixon...and the FBI....and ...and....and.....

I have never been much for fish sticks. Actually I have never tasted one. As a kid, Fridays were meatless for our family and I ate a lot of mushroom sauce spaghetti and grilled cheese sandwiches. For lunch today I stepped back into that Friday comfort food with a steaming bowl of tomato soup, lightly flavored with basil, and a three-cheese (Cheddar, Jack, and Mozzarella) grilled sandwich. I buttered both sides of a couple of slices of country white bread and piled on the cheeses. I cheated by sticking it in the microwave for about 15 seconds before grilling in a moderately hot skillet. I wanted to make sure the cheese melted and mingled without burning the butter. With grilled cheese sandwiches I have a foible. I dip them in ketchup. The sandwich, tomato soup and a glass of ice-cold milk and I was 12 again!

My webmaster is doing his monthly Air National Guard duty this week-end, so it will be Monday or Tuesday before the next chapter is posted. I'm already working on Chapter 23...

Hope you are all having a great week-end!

Rob