<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><div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cc45/8990emmy5sim49izg.jpg)<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><br/><strong>Jekesai</strong><br/><em>Guide</em><br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></span></div></div>Jekesai walks with me and in her quiet way explains about the countryside, what’s hidden unless one stops and actually sees what one is looking at.  With her pointing and commenting, I notice more.  As we seem to be turning back toward base after a long looping walk, I smile<strong>“I must say that the future is all ahead.”</strong>Jekesai looks back at me politely.<strong>“<em>Hee-hee!</em>  That’s a joke Jekesai.  You see . . . ”</strong>I smile,<strong>“Okay.  It’s not a joke joke and if you have to explain it, it’s booted from discussion.”</strong>I smile more,<strong>“In all seriousness, it seems that we’re approaching dinner time.  At least if we’re staying on your past schedule.”</strong><br/><br/><div align="center">_____________</div><br/>Jekesai:  Warcaof fits in this country.  I can only imagine as a rhinoceros—rumbling ahead to its destination, not wavering, unstoppable.  He is good humored.  I smile politely as he explains about ‘future’.<em>“Dinner should be quite enjoyable.  I might suggest that any project inquiries be kept low-key.  Customarily, meals are to savor what is presented.  It makes sense does it not?”</em>(And I really don’t know what the mistress wants to do; how to sway and when to sway.  The suggested etiquette should work as she desires).<br/>