I have Ritz crackers and root beer in my coat pockets, and I'm on my way to the recording sessions Matthew is doing at Dave and Gabby's apartment. I am printing out parts of my sister's birthday present and making some photocopies for the compilation music tape I am making with 6 music groups from the neighborhood. It is outrageously good, and it will be released Sunday morning at the yardsale on Hill Street. No more Hill street blues for long, I say.

In other news, thank you, all my secret guestbook writers.

It has been a sad era since the great man left. He is a magic man.