I would like to offer a toast to this house, to the wonder that abounds within its three purple and one white wall. Being the youngest (and definetly least worldly) of this group is quite an honor in that I am reminded gently that I still have so much to see; the banter, though frequently over my head, is neither pretentious nor exclusive. Living (or should I say storing my stuff) with a group of artists and getting to enjoy personalities you don't find in freshwater ecology is, well, really damn refreshing. There aren't many octogenarians in roller chairs out on the river. So, a toast from the parlor (or maybe not the parlor...). To toast, bicycles, and freezer space.-RLF
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