Chicago is famous for its Water Towers, but they seem go missing. It could be a kidnapping ring, aliens in search of water, or a monstrous child named Stewie shrinking them for his own reasons. AN ATTEMPT AT A PICTURE. hum, some control issues, but . . . Another frontier crossed, quick tell Spock!


OK, i thought I could do this daily. But . . . I am just too dull, too lazy or too tired. So a simple august observation to start: the days are getting shorter; the shadows longer earlier. We used to open the blinds at 8, now its 7; the sun used be up high all afternoon, now by the time I leave the offices its behind buildings.

I am reading THE DOCTOR IS SICK by Anthony Burgess; if you check my book catalog you will see he is very popular with me. The main character has a brain disorder. The cafeteria served stewed brains (a joke on the patients?); he left the hospital clandestinely wearing his street cloths and slippers . . . His wife is a bit of tramp (with license to be so). The main character, with the brain issue, is a linguist and insist the medical doctors call him Doctor.

so....