Tuesday evening: Lassie and a canteloupe . . .

1. That's right. I am melancholy.

2. I feel a little guilty, because life has been so busy and I have not been very good at staying in touch with people. If you need me, holler.

It's not so much the reign. That's fairly well under control right now. It's work, life, etc. I did get two bylines in two days at the local paper, and I led the sports section this morning.

Baseball and rowing stories from the Glens Falls Post-Star.

3. So my sister managed to get a quick game of "Guess who's dead?" in when I called her to get my mother for the annual Mother's Day call.

Wilbur L. Doctor, who had a profound influence on my life and on hundreds of journalists in Connecticut and Rhode Island, died back in March, on his 91st birthday. I will always regret that I never tracked him down to thank him, but then I don't call my mother enough, either.

I will probably post more about Wilbur later, but what digs at me a little is that I am no longer in touch with anyone who knew him, other than artisticphoenix who pretty much knew of him though my moaning about him. "Eh, Toscano. Is English your first language."

4. I just won at the Intertubes. Alethea wanted to find out the hours of the Smith College library during the summer. Then I asked about the book, which was "some book on costuming in Italian with the word d'oro in it."

I found it!

5. I have been so busy lately, I have lost track of the Red Sox. Horrors.

6. I love Triple A. I went to their website, and we know how maps that cover the entire kingdom, plus parts of Ealdormere and Aethelmearc.