Now, things have certainly turned several hundred degrees.

Join me in my hatred of partially roasted pine nuts, the taste of bark and the joys of drinking water from a tree stump.

Topping my predicament is a certain "bookish" man with a few more pennies than the rest of us. Amongst all his possessions is the most incredible woman I've ever known.

Mr. Charles Morse can thank the Good Lord for every book he ever read, it's the one thing that's keeping us, or should I say, him alive.