P.S. To all of you who were nice enough to write to me and tell me that you do not share my opinion of Michael Moore and on gun control: Don't worry! You can have a different opinion from mine. On this and anything else. It's O.K. Really. Now, take a deep breath and relax already!

Jeez!

Ahhhh.

Back home. If there is anything better than going on a road trip, it's coming back home again.

I may have finally found someone here to play chess with: Joel. Now here's hoping he's not as good as I am, since I hate to lose...

There is somehow nothing like the smell of the ocean. It's sweet. And spicy. And appetizing. And it feels like home.

Which is probably why we've been eating nothing but fresh fish, fresh oysters, fresh scallops, and fresh lobster since coming here. Yum!

When we were walking along a narrow, little path on the coast yesterday, my wife heard a woman say to her young son, when he asked what that smell was: "Yes, that's garbage you're smelling."

Pearls for swine.

Road trip! My daughter's first. And my car's.

We're going down to the coast, and staying there for three days. Hoping for good weather, but it looks like it's going to rain.

So it's five o'clock. It's pitch black. Chilly. And I'm heading off on a 30 mile bike ride.

Brrrrrrrr.