<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 hear a ‘hey baby’ and realize in a flash that it’s Jaclyn.<em>Hee-hee!</em><strong>“Capital!  And, yes, of course—the Cuvee is chilled.”</strong>I stand and lightly grasp her hand.<strong>“Hey baby, enchante!”</strong>I look toward the bar and nod for the delivery of the chilled bottle to the table as Jaclyn then takes a seat.<br/><br/><strong>“Rather nice interim sit-down here, chatting up the locals.  From what I can tell, everyone is an optimist—nothing allowed to stand in their way.  Even talked with a driver who was sending money back to the family, . . . farmers . . . and yes, water—want it, need it.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“And now I’m even more positive.  I have no doubt on the guide.  I know you’ll do grandly with the interview and from all indications there should be quite good candidates.  I would be surprised if they’re not university graduates.  Not that it’s required, but possibly a good knowledge base for us.  Yes, perhaps.”</strong><br/>