
Back to work after a week off. Spent most of it up in Grand Rapids, Michigan visiting old friends, old haunts - meaning pizza places, book stores and hot dog joints. Went fishing with my son's Bear cub den on Saturday and had a bite or two.
Lear: And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, never, never, never. Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir. O, O, O, O.