Dare I Eat a Peach? (and other Allusions to TS Eliot )

This may or may not be the last post. I'm not sure if the place we're going to has the internet. What is our destination? An ostrich farm in Colorado. We'll be there for quite some time. The posting may temporarily cease, but not the adventure.

If it is the last post, I want to thank everyone who read this, kept up with our travels, wrote comments, or dropped us a line via email or phone. It was a very encouraging. At some point Bob and I are going to sculpt this thing into something interesting and useful. It'll be called "Off the Grid".

If this is the last post for some time, it is fitting that it be written from my parents home. Nothing like coming home. Last night we played the Newlywed Game with Pat and Kathy. We are unable to upload photos directly onto their computer, but it was sort of priceless. We asked Pat and Kathy to name each other's best trait. Patrick said my mom's best trait was her "smile, outgoing personality". We asked Pat what he thought Kathy wrote. "My sense of humor?" To which Kathy replied, "I forget about that!"

Kathy said Pat's best trait was his "spousal devotion".

If this is the last post for some time, I want to ask the question: who is Peaches? We've loved reading your posts, especially the ones where you call me an attractive young man. We love anyone who comments on the blog, but we know everyone else. MLevy, Steven Aloysius, Child-like Robots, Becky, Nicole, all the students from Bronx Letters, but we don't know the identity of Peaches. So, tell us Peaches, who are you? Did we meet you somewhere out there in America? In Wisconsin, Illinois, Tennessee, Kentucky, or Iowa? Inquiring minds want to know.

Until then.