Itís 4:30 AM, Matt and Diane are fast asleep, my truck is packed and Iím about to jump in and drive to Indiana (Peter Finlay refers to all those interior states as ìSomewhere in the middle.î) to visit my parents. A planned trip that follows my sisterís visit where she was able to provide comfort to my mother who is a bit under the weather. Anyway, I figure the blog needs all the commenters it can get, and her absence the last two and a half weeks has been glaring. I hope I can help move her back in front of her iMac; sheíll love la Chicaís baby pictures.

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I have Dianeís permission to have, for the purposes of a non-boring blog entry, a clinical, no strings attached, one night stand with a middle aged, marriage-on-the -rocks, bleached blond named Brenda. Iím pretty sure Iíll meet her tonight in the Motel Six bar just outside of Dayton and sheíll be from Brownsville. Thatís usually the way these things work. In Dianeís exact words, ìIf even Chris is no longer sending witty and poignant stories, well heck, Mike, you gotta do what you gotta do.î