He deals out the cards, and the first one is very clearly the Death card. "What does that mean?" I ask, a bit concerned.

"Mommy, Daddy is drunk and bothering Coco." says Lucy. "It's okay Lucy," my wife responds, "It's Coco's job to talk to your father when he is drunk."

" 'Why does a bald man need a brush?' " I accuse him, "It's none of your damned business!"

"Don't look for them." I insist. "How can I talk about graphs if nobody here trusts me? Math is about trust, and you lot got none of it in you."

But how are we getting fall weather in the spring? I wonder if perhaps the earth's orbit has reversed. It reminds me of the old pseudo-science classic "Worlds in Collision" by Immanuel Velikovsky.

I am overwhelmed by the savory aroma of an Indian curry. An assault of cumin, a slight waft of turmeric, and-- subtle in the background-- caramelized onions. Delicious! But also, who cooks in the elevator?

"Eetspurns, turn eet off!"

Very nice. From Canada, yes. I would like to invite you to lunch with Miss Lee and Miss Kim, and our members.