** I feel like I portrayed myself the other night as a dullard. **

Dear Mr. "Dullard" sir:

As I recall, we first met in almost pitch-dark, you in a field jacket, me wearing a black hat, white sweater, and sober. We next met in the light, a couple of hours later, you dressed the same as before, me with no hat, black shirt, and well on my way to Bushmills-induced nirvana. I think you get a free pass on this one.

What I don't understand is how you could miss somebody as gnarly and plug-ugly as Shakey.

Bob