"Salute!!!!" and g'night, everybody. "From this hour--freedom--going where I like--my own Master..."--Walt Whitman(pause) Madness beckons. I know not where I am, whom I am with, where I go, nor who-all is paying for it. Sometimes I think I know what is going on...most of the time I serve many masters...my thoughts have no "one" foundation...sometimes I feel I am at the beck and call of the gods...and yet...we all "serve," amid this come-and-go world of fumiousness.(pause) Yet, the Oscars are on...now the TV is dividing movies into 10 categories...not merely the "Comedy" and "Tragedy" of old.(pause) The furor is building on TV: the Oscars are on...and...as Jackie Gleason used to say, on his TV show: "...and aWAY WE Goooo... ."(pause) G'night everyone. I go...highly bound on Respiridol Consta...not sure of the ship that I am...and...maybe like Christopher Columbus...'will discover something, good...never knowing where he/I had/have been...You know what they say: "We're all Bozos on this bus." G'night. (pause) All is forgiven...and much thanks to all...especially those unsung heros/heroines who have given, so much, to me, and so many, without so much as acknowledgement...and too, too often...with abuse...I remain...hopefully...among your hallowed ranks...g'night, all.