Mr. Porkpie Pumpkin

I dug all the way to the bottom of the supermarket cardboard corral to fish out the roundest most characterfull pumpkin. I've patted its head several times but can't decide on the face yet.



Country boy

Ej who lays out Hugo's clothing every morning decided to have some fun and pull out a full cashmere outfit for him- Italian cashmere pants, shirt and vest. An unsuspecting Hugo put on EJ's selections as he has done for the last 33 years. Hugo rarely complains much less notices that Ej usually puts him in a pink or canary yellow shirt. But that morning, he complained forthrightly these new clothes were of poor quality wool indeed- too thin and no crunch! Where was the usual wool sweater he liked? EJ and J(and me), we like to giggle over such bits.



Always trying to bring the gentleman out of Hugo, EJ ventured to take him to the Washington Opera performance of Norma. Despite the spicy plot including seduction of temple virgins, Hugo as he does in all dark rooms promptly fell asleep. Hugo's not much for bel canto.



An old friend and a new one.

D, my thesis partner from grad school, visited Berkeley with his new (first and only that is) pretty wife S. I was happy to see D had a such a sweet wife to take care of him. D has returned to the playing of DnD after a hiatus of 15 years. I know as a nerd I should know all about it, but I've never played- honest. He dutifully filled me in- Northern California maps to "Theocracy of the Pale". I blinked twice. Heavy duty. He now works with software that controls etching process of chips. He really is hardcore. Poor fellow- his DSL has given out all last week.