James C. sent this to me from his home in Scotland. I forget exactly where it is, but the important thing is the food, which he describes as:

Bavarian sauerbraten  with the mighty Barolo of Piemonte—a match made in heaven!

I’m sitting on my back patio drinking a Birra Nursia blonde, and beavering away on my manuscript. You may ask yourself: why, Writer Guy, are you drinking a strong beer while you are trying to write through the fog of mononucleosis? The answer is: because man does not live on caffeine alone.