I will be off tomorrow for a week on the briny waves. Mark, his family, and I are going to be bourgeois pigs and go on a cruise. Yes, truly we shall be first against the wall when the revolution comes! In the meantime, however, we shall float gently on the bosom of the Caribbean Sea, and sip funny drinks with umbrellas. And possibly invite skin cancer through repeated sunburns.
See you on the 29th!