oh happy day. it is like when the audience finds out that peter´s little friend has not been eaten by the wolf, in ¨peter and the wolf¨. and there was much rejoicing. or, when the camera pans through the two lines of officers and on the third sweep zooms in on the mug of zachary mayo (richy gere). he did not quit after all! he is going to be a jet pilot (maybe, assuming he can cheat his way through more math classes)! he is going to marry the hussy from the paper factory who slept with every other guy that came through the officer´s candidacy school before him yet somehow managed to seem like this was her foray into the world of tawdry weekend affairs with would-be flyboys who somehow did not get her pregnant or give her a disease (we hope).

ok. the second was a slight stretch. but i think the feeling comes through.

of course you win a prize cuba. but let us also not forget my sleuthing skills (which i learned from two of the best in the business: hercule poirot and chief inspector morse) allowed me to deduce that you were probably still in the desert. the peyote, grand canyon and desert island parts were somewhat off, but i lay that down to not being able to interview anyone about your whereabouts.

so, we both win a prize. a first place tie actually. thus, your next trip to mexico we shall celebrate how well we both did. or my next trip to iowa. whichever comes first. i am hoping the former by the way as it means sooner rather than later.