I lift twice a week, still, no Arnold – but I work at looking and more importantly, being fit. If they’re Ferraris then I’m maybe a 5-series BMW... except cheaper… and if there’s pizza – I’ll eat most of it.Over and above the fact that my wife’s sister is attractive (did I mention that?), which is a plus – but on the other hand - she’s a houseguest; less of a plus. It means I’m not tooling around in my robe, or just underwear and no taking a shower at eleven. I’m having to get up relatively. Then the other voice, which was deeper and louder,responded by saying my word.The soft-voiced one did not like the word. I heard it crying. I don'twant it to cry, because the voice reminded me of something happy.*****I am learning more words. Or maybe I am remembering them.I know, for example, that I am in a "room"It has "walls" and a "floor" and a "ceiling" and a "door"I want to remember my new words. I wonder how I can?********I now have a way to remember my words.There is a a "desk" and a. Next, in the middle, was fatso. He was the exact opposite. It seemed like he was almost quivering with anger. His pants were shredded from my shotgun load of rock salt and bacon rind. And I could see that he was favoring his left leg.And finally, there was Mr. Big, the leader of the pack. He was trail worn. Dusty, dirty, obviously tired. They must have traveled all night to get to the cabin. So, I knew they had to be exhausted.I could see the hate and anger in his eyes and hear it in his voice.. " OK, Sam." Hugh, on your way, call the Sheriff and tell him to check with the Feds and with the New York State Police on a Christopher Louis, L-O-U-I-S Phelps. We got no data on him from the hotel, except they think he's 45-60 years old, about 5'10", maybe 160. Grey hair. I think he's some kinda rich guy -- you ought to see his goddamned boat. 'Address on the hotel registration is just 'Westchester, N.Y., ' no street, no zip, nada."Ask Lester to go all out with New York for a drivers license.