Not much time to do anything today. Buying a house, selling a house, hitting the road for Georgia, and runnin' from Wilma. Sounds like an Eagles song, maybe written by Jackson Browne. Such is my life these days. Keeping the book at Little League is my biggest escape. I lose myself in at-bats and pitch counts. Let's pray nobody really really gets it from Wilma this weekend. We'll talk on Monday with stories from the road. Take care. Later, butch