Yea, we walked yesterday afternoon, in the sunshine, I might add.  And it is our usual custom to have some tapas and wine yesterday afterward.  Catherine built Spanish tortilla which quickly disappeared.  So right in the middle of that an old friend Will shows up.  Funny how people just happen to drop by during tapas.  “Oh, tapas, how great.  Wine?  Yes, please.)

Just joking.  But Will made up for it with a great story which he usually does.  So, here is his story in my own words.  He  grew up in Boston in an Italian neighborhood although his family wasn’t.  But they lived on the first floor of a three story tenement which had a basement.  Well, there were these two Italian families that were on the second and third floors.  Every evening before dinner they would troop down to get there daily supply of wine from their wine making operation in the basement.

All this commotion was too much for Will’s Dad who decided to do something about the problem.  So, he devised a piping system that would pump the wine up to the second and third floors.  Genius.  Talking about connivence!  Here it is the twenty first century and we are still waiting for indoor running wine around these parts.  Yea!

So, here I am at the hospital for my chemicals.  This is number 96.  Thanks for being here.  Love, Felipe.