Everywhere I look I see Obama. I guess it's a fact. He's going to be our new president and I have to live with it. I'm not going to be a hater or B.O. basher. I'm going to try to find the positives and simply dwell on them. I worry tho. I worry about 60 cent...and you know who you are. How ARE you doing??? Your last phone message was, well, sad. Deflated. Beaten. Oh 60, it will be ok. Maybe it will only be 4 years. In the meantime, you still have 80 degree Novembers and short-sleeved winters. There should be no sadness for you, my friend. One thing, though. If you do decide to cross the border, please give us a forwarding address. You wouldn't want your awesome Christmas present going to the wrong place now, would you??? My advice: go for a nice long swim and forget your worries. When you come up for air, maybe it will time for another election.