From the fertile brain waves of the Society of the Plaid Wool Shirt, The Great White North settled into the grand and imaginative psyche of "Ol' Bob" earlier than usual this year. Now that the persistent stream of conciousness has begun in earnest, I would like to channel Ol' Bob for enough content for a new book I'm writing on Winter Sickness.

As a survivor of a "direct from Sweden" Grandfather who felt that butter was nature's lubricant and that Aquavit was her essence, I feel especially qualified to read these sacred passages of Ol' Bob. My Norwegian Granny's lutefisk has provided all the inspiration I will need for the coming months and the work I face to pull all this together.

Write On! "Ol Bob" We shall live through your cabin fever ridden thoughts as one!

Chris