Hi Lowell,

You know Don and I went over the EQ maps and catalogs today for the area of 29 Palms and Thousand Palms and found both of his forecasts fit both areas. The only problem is that both of them arrived to early. Yeah, his method is precise, but those darn earthquakes don't seem to want to cooperate. I think we'll have to make a trip to another epicenter and do some kind of chant over the location and say something like: "now looky here, you have to wait until the window opens." But it really needs to be local. I can't see us driving hundreds of miles to accomplish this pre quake chant.

But I'm warning you now, Don's head is so darn big it hardy fits in my door now and his neck is not really strong enough to hold that big fat head of his up. We all had better hope a string of large quakes predicted by Don doesn't occur or none of us will be able to be in the same room with him, let alone tolerate him. Its going to get real ugly.

We went to Mecca tonight (Indian Gaming Casino) and played a game called Battleship. No matter if the war game showed up on my machine or his, he insisted on trying to locate where the ships were and the targets for firing the missles. I guess its a hold over from his wartime days. But when I started to play poker I told him flat out, you cannot select the cards held as its no fun for me. He nicely bowed out.

I hate to tell you this, but in all honesty Don is very lucky at gaming, however, he doesn't like to play. Does this make any sense? Actually it does, as if he knows he's good at it he figures theres no use in playing the game. So how will he do when he gets this EQ prediction thing all figured out? Probably get bored and start working on cold fusion.

Don says, so is this the Roast Don night? You bet cha. I owe it to him. He sang songs on the way back from Mecca. One's I know I've never heard on the radio and more than likely never will. So about now you're scratching your head and asking this question "can he hold a tune." Yes. But only in a washtub, a very big wash tub.

I refrain from singing in the car with Don as I want him to pay attention to his driving. One song is not worth sliding along the side of the guardrail. Besides, the brake pedal in the passenger seat he installed for me seems not to work at all despite his telling me, he was sure it was installed properly. He says he's going to install an speedometer on my side so I will know the speed I think the car should be driven at will be exactly correct at all times. I must admit his driving is getting better. Tonight upon driving home I didn't have to climb into the back seat with a blanket over my head so I couldn't see what he was doing. I've already got the ear plugs so I can't hear the tires squeeling anymore. Of course he has ear plugs to so he can't hear me scream anymore. Maybe that's why his singing sounds so good???

He is a horse of a man, has a heart like a wheel, and can make you laugh until you're sure you can't make it to the water closet before you wet your pants." Been there, done that. I used to think I had a corner on the compendium of humor, but mine seems like a note book to his encyclopedia.

In all seriousness every person needs a Don for a friend. They just don't come any better.

His lordship says I have to get off the computer now, so don't tell him I said anything while he was away.

Petra