Me, too, James. That was a cool movie, Doris Day’s clear voice echoing in that huge mansion so her kidnapped child could hear … And my name? You’re close. I do love Sly Stallone and in fact that’s who my cat is named after (she’s been a boxer since she fit into the palm of my hand). One day as usual Rocky jumped on my lap — because she always seems to know when I’ve stopped working — and as usual scared the heck out of me, to which I usually respond with, “Rah-kee” which as usual she ignores, and then as usual I shout another louder “RAAAHH-kee!” and she leaves in a huff … That’s it. Rocky Rocky. Disappointed?

Interesting, Kay Sara. I think I can appreciate your feeling. But it can sometimes take a real concentrated effort for me to remember that and not fight against the inevitable …

Dona, Hi fellow Oregonian! I don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve been here. Portland is getting prettier every day. I used to sit against the wrought iron fence around the courthouse and look at the confection know as the PP&L building while I waited for the bus. I think that is when I developed my love of architecture. I loved our downtown. I thought I owned it and only shared it with others. When I moved back here in 1970 from Texas I discovered someone had been polishing and cleaning up my city. I fell in love with it all over again. Now we have art every where, on the streets, at intersections, sitting on and hanging off of buildings. We have an art installation at all of our rapid transit stations, we even have art etched in the glass around the bus stops. The man who does that is a high school buddy of my kids. He was kind of the third child around our house in those days. I even had a three piece sculpture installed in my yard about ten years ago. I live close to downtown and we attracted a crowd when the artist came to do the installation. It is a wonderful place to live. My only complaint is there isn’t as much jazz as there used to be and I’m getting old.