<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4474/fy1ijwqfvup45ew6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Egad!!! Jehoshaphat!!!  Great Caesar’s Ghost!!!</em>—all summarizing my worries.  I can no longer contain my worry.<br/><br/>I know a way in and <em>by gosh!</em> I’ll use it.  The cook at du Monde’s chateau was met at the butcher shop, then later at the bakery.  Is it my pudginess that disarmed?  My chuckle?  <em>Hee-hee!</em><br/><br/>I’ve now made it to the backdoor of the chateau, knocked and, though surprised, the cook is pleased and definitely wants me to have some strudel.  I sit down.  I’ll wait here to see if Miss Silk comes by.  I don’t know what I’ll do if someone else walks by and sees me.<br/><br/>I think <em>I just need a Tyche of Luck</em>—A touch of Tyche the Greek god of luck.    <br/></span>