August 29th, 2003


My Mother, the Prognosticator

Recently, during our heat wave, my mother was signing her epistles to me "warmth", and boy, was she successful. We got WARMTH, with not only a capital W, but written all in caps.

The last letter I got, she signed, "Cool, man," and today, we are not supposed to get higher than 78, and the good weather is to last through the Labor Day holiday.

Mom, I salute you. Right on!