Geez, Marcelle gets free city services, Jaime gets complimented on her "moon and stars," (come to think of it, you did recently mention some piercings or other, didn't you, Jaime?), George gets a good story out of it. All I got was a broken foot. The damn cats. Sitting out in the front yard. >Looking at me< trying to coax them inside. A reggae concert in the park earlier that evening, together with the better part of a pint of Meyers's dark rum, may also have figured in this episode. Anyway, after a while the police got tired of hammering on the door and went away, I snuck out before dawn and hung out at the library all day and then went home with a copy of Kesey's "Sometimes a Great Notion" to read in jail over the weekend. But nothing ever came of it except I did finally get around to reading the book. (these days I'd just have holed up in a campus computer lab all weekend). BK--- Oh, yeah, ObHorticulture: I may have occasionally hinted at my shamefully overgrown yard, but clearly at that time it wasn't yet overgrown _enough. In retrospect, this was probably the inspiration for its present truly deplorable state.