Breaking news: After seeing how passionate Kevin is about keeping his magazine collection–in folders no less, talk about anal–I’m thinkin’ that after throwing out many bottles of over-the-hill wine from our quasi-wine cellar, I suddenly have room for more junk. Like magazines. So maybe they’ll get a reprieve. On the other hand, the train show in Anaheim is coming January 10, so I could just dump 'em there, right Vic?
Bruce, ya made a light come on in my brain. I wondered if the poster formerly known as “Prince,” was who I thought he was. And he is. Huh! When did all that happen? Why wasn’t I told? Is he really a per-fesh-nal? He writes real literate like, but not having seen his penmanship, I’ll never know if he’s an actual you-know-what. It’s OK, though. My childhood buddy came from a family of three of those kind and he turned out OK and even became an engineer. He moved back to Buffalo, though, right into the middle of the snow belt, where he was house-bound for four days, so maybe the genes didn’t fit. 