Dateline: 12/28/05
      To all my loyal readers, please forgive, again, the seemingly long interludes in my missives to you. Understand that if I had my way, I would be ready and willing to fill volumes with the unbelievable sights and sounds that I have experieced here. But, unfortunately, the master of all we survey, D. W. himself, clears everything that leaves the studio, including everything that you read here. So, all must pass muster, as they say, or it doesn't see the light of day. In fact, I tried to smuggle a recent column out to the world, a very foolish move on my part, I might add, that almost cost me my position here as the chronicler of events. Quinton had stopped by here in early December, bringing a gift of dark chocolate to D.W. (something he finds delightful), and, as fate would have it, I asked Quinton if he would deliver a note to one of my assistants. He immediately saw through the ruse, and, alerting D.W., he chastised me in the most colorful language I have ever heard him use! He was shocked! absolutely shocked that I would have tried to use him to go over the head of D.W. and reveal details of our upcoming epic to the world! D.W. arrived about that time with a small army of security forces and would have had me ejected from the compound immediately except for the fact that Quinton then stepped in and came to my rescue. He explained that my strange behavior was probably the result of not understanding the seriousness of the situation. D.W. was mollified but made sure that I understood that if there was another breach of security, my services would no longer be needed. Rest assured that I have mended my ways and all news coverage is now scrupulously run by D.W. before anything is sent out. My heart was racing during those tense moments! My life flashed before me and I was faced with ruin! But for the goodness and pity of Quinton, and D.W., I would have been yesterday's news! Ah well, as they say, let's get on with it! More to come!!.....K.P.