Some friends in New Jersey have invited me to visit them and sweetened the invitation by promising to take me to Cooperstown. Sure I'll go -- I'd go visit Charles Manson if he promised to take me to Cooperstown.

Charles would be no fun at a the Hall of Fame...it is very quiet there and nobody would take any of his crap. But...if you have never been and you are a baseball fan, it is certainly a must see. I wish I could post the pictures from when I went but they are not on a disc and Rick disassembled the scanner and I don't know how to put it back together but I never knew how neat it would be until I got there. It was like being in a church. They have a room of nothing but stats, and that is where you will find Pete Rose...at or near the top of every hitting stat they have. But...he isn't in the actual "Hall of Fame" part, just on the stats boards. You won't see Pete anywhere else but you can see Madonna. There is a section on baseball movies and she is there from A League of Thier Own. Don't wait to be taken, go yourself!

I remember him telling me how jealous he was of me when I was doing really well years back when I'd bother talking to him.

How insane. We all want our children to do better than us, I couldn't imagine being jealous of one of my children. He sounds more and more like a willful, self absorbed, twit every time you mention him.

As far as I can tell, no matter what kind of provocation he gave her, she was true to her word and has never badmouthed my brother to her daughter in any way, shape or form.

That is because of something I said earlier, people are either good or bad down deep inside. This is a good woman. They don't change because they run into a jerk...they do the right thing regardless. I don't know what Rick is aware of as far as I am concerned. He doesn't care enough to find out and he doesn't mind that his wife is struggling to get by every single day. If he would have waited until I was healthy, I would have worked with him. I still am surprised at myself when I think, "Doesn't he care that his wife is sick and may lose her home, may not have heat in the morning and has no car?" I don't know what happened to my judgement. He is not a good person so he doesn't give my situation a thought out of his day. I wouldn't have done this to an enemy, my conscience would bother me too much. I just pace the house for long periods of time wringing my hands and thinking "What the hell am I going to do? That's when I still think, "How could he do this to me?" A year ago I didn't have anything to worry about but getting better. I should be angry, but I don't get angry, the fear doesn't allow room for it. What an honorable man.