If you haven't yet, take a look at the previous post, just below. There's something special about the last paragraph. Send me a comment when you figure it out and I'll mention you by name in my next post (unless you prefer anonymity, of course)—except you, Jack Riepe. I won't mention you by name, no, not at all. You already know the answer. Because you tricked me into telling you. And don't anybody go to his blog, either. At least, not with food in your mouth if you want to read the funny parts and keep a clean keyboard. He's a genius for catching you off guard. My commute to and from BOA is about ten minutes long. I can actually eat breakfast at home and still beat everyone to work. Good thing, too, because the coffee costs a lot more now. No free refills, like they had in Dover. They do have free hot water, though, and Val says I can make my own with instant coffee and cocoa. Anything to satisfy my nursing reflex, I guess. Ever notice that the best time for people to call you on your cell is when you're using the, uh, facilities? So anyway, my buddy Davis arranged for us to play some handball at the Y this evening. Val is taking Josh jr to a Civil Air Patrol event at the air base in Dover this evening, so I have the girls. They're eager to tag along—the Y has a very nice pool area and a game room with video games powered by bicycle pedals. And a motorized climbing wall. Let's see. Poetry. Today's poetry lesson: the Clerihew. Named after the middle (!) name of a preacher in Merrie England who invented them. No meter. Four lines. AABB rhyme scheme. Biographical and humorous. First line has to be someone's name. I'd better "honor" my wife: Valerie Michele George She's lighter than a forge And better looking than one And cleaner and more fun Okay, not Pulitzer material. Makes it easy for you to do better, right?