Sorry - internet troubles at home still. We have internet service back, but it won't be easy for me to get on-line at home until we have a new router, and possibly a new network card. So, I'll be posting kind of light for a day or two, until things get sorted out.

I don't mean this to be a snobby report in any way, shape, or form... but I love the British. I love Harry Potter [insert fawning review of Half Blood Prince Here], I love David Gilmour and the rest of Pink Floyd, and am recently enamored of the p*u*l*s*e concert I've viewed on a borrowed DVD. The young red-headed bass player is dynamite. That's not to Mention the whole Monty Python crew, Dr. Who, or Charles Dickens.

I think the Brits have learned a secret (nothing about yellowcake purchases, mind you) that just stays beyond the reach of Americans. Being a Yank and all, I can't quite put my finger on it, but I think it has something to do with surface appearances being fine and all, but needing a little more calm reflection to get to the important stuff... and then keeping a sense of humor and humility, which - by the way - seem to come from the same root word.