<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><em>Capital!</em>We get to stop at one of the forts.  At least that’s what I’m calling it.  No lad who watched those old west movies does not recognize the fort.  It’s where all the drama, the siege, occurred.  Undoubtedly, the movies would not hold up to current values, but I needn’t concern myself with that.  My musing is interrupted by Jaclyn taking my hand.  And my musings could include assisting the gentlewoman, but no, Jaclyn would probably have her own six shooter and horse.  Still, I do take her hand as we walk,<strong>“<em>Hee-hee!</em>  I am a rock Jaclyn.  My dimensions are such that I don’t trip.  It’s uncanny.  Hang on.  This is true on land or sea.  <em>Hee-hee!</em>  In my day, rugby, I couldn’t be knocked down.  Teammates called me Warcraft.  The other side, when they weren’t cursing, even when they were, called me the bowling ball.  Steady now!”</strong><br/>