<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>I arrive to find Jaclyn primed for the day.  She is as dependable as sunrise.  I nod at the flight arrangements.<strong>“Next time, let’s travel by elephant, safari style—we can devote a whole year to it!  <em>Hee-hee!</em>”</strong><br/><br/>My Bloody Mary arrives.  I look at it.<strong>“That is quite the classic!  I should have said more tomato than usual.  Could you adjust that?”</strong>The request is not a problem—with a nod, the drink is taken away and returned.<strong>“Capital!  Thank you!”</strong><br/><br/>The drink settled, I say to Jaclyn,<strong>“I don’t know about you, but I’m fighting the desire to request daily if not hourly reports on the project.  Can’t hover that way, but still it is an impulse.”</strong>(Smile).<br/>