<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><br/>I quicken my pace when I see Ari and Jaclyn at the bar.<strong>“<em>Egad!</em>  Please tell me that is not Ari’s tenth vodka gimlet.  At that point, he becomes completely useless—totally rational and logical.  <em>Hee-hee!</em>  Hello Jaclyn!  Hello dear brother!”</strong>I slap his shoulder and take a seat at the bar with the two.  I point to Jaclyn’s drink, indicating that is what I want.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/2cxj6e0.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Ari Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Brothers Warcaof<br/> – Entrepeneur - </span></strong><br/><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div><br/>I shake my head, smiling impishly at Jaclyn.  “I assume you know of Peter’s exaggerations.”  . . . I turn to Peter: “Jaclyn was saying the trip was a success which is good, actually great news.  Now we have to figure how to stake our promise for that venture.”  Might as well begin what could prove to be a difficult subject.<br/>