and so it must be I'm walking home from Imperial Motorcycles after having another disheartening talk about the fate of the 'Falcon', and I see two georgeous brunettes standing at the corner I'm approaching. There's a large cherry tree between us in full blossom, the strong wind has the petals cascading down and around us, like a scene from an overly dramatic Hong Kong film. When I am but 8 feet from these beauties, the one on the right smiles and says "Hi", to which I naturally respond with "Hi". It is just so unfortunate that I had no indication of the phlegm that had built up in my throat. Relax. I didn't project anything. But, I did sound precisely like Kermit the frog on heavy tranquilizers. Never done that before. And I was so sure they were just about to invite me into some dirty dalliance. Ah, it is written in the heavens that Scott shall ever be uncool in the presence of fine looking ladies. At least they had a good laugh. I admit, I did as well.  ¶ 4:13 p.m.