I know you hear it all the time but once more can’t hurt. Thanks. Thanks for the great tales. Thanks for the adventures I can go on even while I’m being jostled about on the 6:12 out of Grand Central. I swear as I read the “Archer’s Tale” (oops sorry “Harlequin”) I could smell the air of Caen after the sack. Or maybe it was the guy next to me on the subway, no, I’m sure it was your writing. Keep ’em coming. Sincerely, Bob Monaco