I have a speaking gig in Warsaw on Saturday, so Secondhand Smokette and I are taking the opportunity to see some of Eastern Europe. I have decided not to lug the old laptop around, and so chances are I will not post anything until around the 21st. However, one never knows. The last time I left the country, California defeated the assisted suicide bill requiring me to drop some some dollars at an Internet cafe. Let’s hope for a rerun of that little scenario.
In any event, thanks to all for your readership and contributions to Secondhand Smoke. Let’s get together again upon my return.
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