24 Feb 97 
 
Row, row, row your beef, gently in a pan,  
mix it, mash it, stir it, bash it, drain it in a can. 
 
I would go for a sauna, if I didn't already have one this morning, soaking  
in the carcinogenous fumes of frying ground beef.  Mmmm, mmmm, good.  Some  
thoughtful people also left their lasagna mess for us to clean up.   
 
I found out today that the Cardinal is celebrating Mass in two weeks at  
our church; Sister said that she wanted all the pretty young things to  
dress up.  Is there something that I haven't heard about yet.... hmmmm. 
 
Educational weekend in many ways.  The activity with the most economic 
impact was the learning of various poker games.  Commander is the most 
insidious.  It's a game where once you've gone a certain depth, you have 
to keep matching the bets because you might just get to split the pot.  
It's hard to tell if you're going to lose.  Of course, I believe I won 
well on that one, too.  Still, it cost less than a movie and was twice as  
long.  Not bad. 
 
Listening to Brad's tape; I am reminded of After the Birds.  But at least  
this one didn't start with "Suicide is Painless".