Time for bed. Rough day ahead tomorrow (followed by a three-day weekend: Pentecost). Wife's got a migraine tonight, so bed = couch. At least I've got Gore Vidal (Lincoln) to keep me company. Oh Well <flips silver dollar to Peter Green>
Wow. My Breakfast of Champions is a first edition. It's in great condition (marred only by my Dad's fake Vonnegut signiture). What do you think it's worth? It is from 1973.
Cat's Cradle is one of my alltime favorite books. I re-read it periodically. Always seems like a plausible end-of-world scenario to me. (I thought I had a signed copy of Breakfast of Champions but I just looked at it and saw the signiture was in my Dad's handwriting.)
Tommy...?
Tommy...?
Nite all.
<flips 10 kroner piece to Kurt Vonnegut>
Hey, do you think Ellsbury will end up in New York?