I never made it there. Instead, I woke up and lunched with Mr. and Mrs. Rosenthal, Diana’s parents. They’re in town for the fourtieth reunion. They liked that I was somewhat Jewish and naturally charismatic. It’s hard to hard the charm, even early, early at 2pm in the morning. Teymour’s family is in town from Paris, too. While I haven’t seen Miriam around, they promise she’s here. I met Cyrus, Tey’s thirteen year old little brother. I can now testify with the full knowledge that Tey-tey is indeed a product of his environment. The snow inspired us to stay inside, after running around outside to buy a game of Clue. It was Miss Scarlet in the Library with the Wrench. Twice. In a row. The odds of that are outstanding. I’m still not even sure it happened.

I’ve almost been productive. You can start in on chapter two of my thesis. The derivation of ADM mass is a bit dry; please, please tell me what I can do to liven it up. Perhaps I’ll give up, go to some party at Ground Zero, and wake up in time for my dad to pick me up to see Spamalot tomorrow in New York.

Good night, America. God love you all.