Hello All,

This has been a working and sleeping weekend. I've been reading pulp fiction from the Pittsburgh Courier as I work on my Harlem Renaissance project and brainstorming with Bill on my talk for the Austrian Americanist symposium in Vienna, where I will also be meeting Bill's cousin Kinga and taking Walter to Salzburg, where, I hope, he will become inspired, after a visit to Mozart's birthplace, to practice the piano with due diligence. Yes, I realize that this may seem like extreme measures to try to convince my eight-year old soccer-baseball-bicycling-skiing-volleyball-handball-tennis loving child, that beauty lies in the piano keyboard and not just in the MLB (Major League Baseball) website, but I am nothing if not determined, mulish, some might say, but I'll stick with the more generous interpretation.