If Kayte morphed into a Karen over the years, I would be tickled to death... didn't someone once say that an orgasm is a mini-death?We finally touched...down and taxied to a jetway. It didn't take us long to deplane, since we were up front. However when we walked to the baggage carousels, we had to wait another 40 minutes for the baggage to start dumping out. By the time we collected our luggage and the two large boxes of prototype parts, Dan and I were both getting antsy to get home.Fortunately. “Cool,” Essie grinned.Joe sighed. Again.“Cute set,” said Eddie when they entered the padded room. The other padded room.“That’s Nate’s,” Joe told him. “He’s a talented little drummer.”“Another Cowsills?” he smirked.“Cowsills?” asked Essie.“Like the Partridge family, but real,” Joe explained, pulling out his bass.“You’re going to play, Uncle Joe?” she asked, excited.“I guess I am.”“Cool. But no, Uncle Eddie. Just Charlie and Nate have any talent. And Joe apparently.”“She doesn’t know?” asked. I assumed it related to the little town in the Little Abner cartoon of the same name. It could have been due to the dozens of barking dogs that acted as early warning systems to advise of interlopers. This was an area where the danger from bad guys was much more of a threat than Charlie.I was being approached by 2 guys on a motorbike. I was immediately suspicious of their intentions because they both had their faces covered. It was a 50/50 deal because a face scarf acted to keep the road dust. The trouble was that this took almost seven months of heavy work on our part before we had all of the regions operating the way I thought they should have been from the beginning. Oh, well, better late than never, I guess.While this was going on, we realized that we were working at the wrong end of the terrorist chain. In effect, we were putting out fires while somebody else in another part of the world was making new fuses faster than we could disarm them in our part of the world. We could see.