Man, am I ever glad that I love my job! Especially since I've spent most of the last 27 hours there. I went to bed at 06:00 this morning, and I got called at 09:08. And then, at 09:10, I got a call from one of the day techs who used to work nights... she said that she'd do the head CT for me. I immediately went back to sleep for another hour and a half. The next call was real, though. And I spent the rest of the day there, except for about an hour that I got to come home to spend with Karen. And I missed the ball game, and it was a helluva game, Karen said it was the best that she'd ever watched. KC won, of course, squeaking by Denver by one point. I got to watch the re-run of Hall's run that won the game for them... that guy is simply fantastic. I've got lots of stuff to talk about tonight, if I can keep it all in my mind. About the mideast, and about my dad. I'll start off talking about my dad... this was a single incident in '57 or '58, and I went to Lebanon, MO, to visit him. Weird thing... money was tight, it was always tight, in fact. And two days before I left, I found a $20 bill in the gutter while I was walking to school, or the store, or somewhere. And just now, it suddenly occurred to me... someone could have planted that $20 bill there. I had never thought about that before, but now that I think about it... I'm thinking my Uncle Charlie or my Aunt Rheba would have done that. I mean, $20 bills were not that easy to come by then and there... Anyways, back to the story. My dad and I had a nice visit, except that he got thrown in jail for hunting rabbits without a license... I'd talked him into going hunting, and we got caught. He was out of jail immediately, though, and it didn't seem to bother him any. We went to a cafe to have coffee, and there was this song that he was crazy about, he played it about ten times on the jukebox. "Daddy Cool", was the name of it. And I'd never heard that song before nor since, but I got my curiosity piqued recently and started searching for it. But generally, all that I came up with was a Australian rock group of that name in the '60s. Groping into the clammy depths of google, though, I finally found it... the Diamonds. And naturally, I can't seem to be able to download it from anywhere. So, if any of you ever run across "Daddy Cool" by the Diamonds, please let me know, OK? I'll love you forever! OK, on to solving the middle east crisis. The Israelites and the Palistenians need each other. Yin and Yang, depending on which side of the fence you're standing on... Yang and Yin, maybe. Without each other, they would have nothing to live for or to die for. Well, no, that's not a solution. They just need to be separated by an ocean or an atmosphere or something large and totally impermeable. For every bullet made, a child somewhere misses a meal. For every rifle, that child dies of starvation, and so does his mother. Think what the bombs that we leveled Iraq with could have gone for... enough food to feed several nations. This thought comes from DD Eisenhower, from a quote during his first inauguration, I think, but I'm too lazy to look it up. But true, true, true. We are such a competitive and warlike people... us humans. We say that we have risen above the animals, but heh, look at monkey-face BabyBush... Yeah, makes you wonder. Wonder only if you're afraid of the truth, here. The truth, the truth... we die looking for the truth. So, OK, lots of time working with little sleep makes me goofy. And that's here, now. I've always like the word goofy. Which reminds me of a joke. The judge sez to Micky Mouse, "So you want to divorce Minnie because she's insane?" "No, no!" sez Micky; "It's because she's f***ing Goofy!" And I'll leave it at that.