Mr. Nelson Indeed!

I just received a fax related to our house-buying process (which has been postponed due to a very unsavory mechanic’s lien) that was sent to me but had to do with Chester, and in the fax, much to my amusement, he was referred to as Mr. Nelson. Even more delightful is the fact that this has happened before, on Chester’s YMCA membership card. As the last couple of days have not been what I would call amusing in the least, this gave me a welcome reason to giggle. I doubt, however, that Chester will be quite as pleased.

R.I.P. Kurt Vonnegut

I know you were 84 and enjoyed a long and eventful (and what I gather from what little I know about you, at least amusing) life. But that didn't stop me from tearing up a little when I heard the radio talking about you post-mortem (although this is not surprising considering the weakness in my heart for clever, sweet old men, even though I know that's not always what you were, and not even the best thing about you). I know I've only read one of your books, but I was taken with the personality (your tendency towards humor, kindness and best of all, wisdom) that showed through in your writing, and you're someone I sure would have liked to know: one of the good ones, and you will be missed.

I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different. ~ Kurt Vonnegut