AHHHHHHHHHHH! A guy goes away for a weekend at Otter Lake (where Thurber and White got drunk one night, and tried to sneak a stolen dinner bell across the widest stretch of water--which bell is probably STILL somewhere on the bottom of Otter!, bottomfishers....), which is the "Canadian" equivalent of Walden, thankyou very much (although it would take more than a million 'Meruhcan dollars to take me down that PARTICULAR Leacockian thread.... I SHOULD try to apologize for Celine Dion, if I can, though.... While taking credit for Joni Mitchell.... And wondering why no one else knew that Leonard Cohen was half Catskills and half Charles Baudelaire.... Maybe Scottie's right after all?).... What do I find? Camille is back. (I'd seen her get off the bus, having mentioned Shakespeare even before I did, much to my subsequent chagrin.... It was painful to learn that this was a widely-known distant early warning syndrome for the dreaded Creeping Sectionmania Syndrome.... I'm due to die within a week.... So say nice things about and to me, if you can....) The aforementioned Scottie is back in full form. (And did I hear the good doctor implying that bananfish are basically writers-in-training? ...with a corollary diagnosis prescribing Introspection rather than Healthy Doses of Tolstoy, during a personal reading of fishbowl scripture that was characteristically profound.... After which he limped off into the sunset, looking for all the world like Gary Cooper in some black and white western....) And there's an erudite and witty response from somebananafish named Jonathan, whom I've never met but KNOW I should.... I just don't know how to say "hello" in true Canadian English.... (Oh shit, I should also apologize for Pacey from UP THE CREEK WITHOUT A PADDLE--which is an admirably common Canadian expression for various fishes to feed on....) Will, I believe, should be back from Tuscany (where, no doubt, he nibbled little tidbits of boticelli bananafishfood from the bottom of the Arno....) any instant, if he's not already back and moving east from Colorado even as I type.... I'm also eager for his return, because I'm looking forward to taking him to a World Series Game in the Skydome this October.... I think I'm losing it. I tried to explain Seymour's suicide to my wife this weekend, up at Otter, and for a while I think she thought I was talking about a real person who once worked at my radio station.... Speaking of which, it's almost time to go.... Cheers, Paul