A postcard from the edge of our fair continent. Yesterday was taken up with a Scottish dance workshop and sundry other matters. I learned from one of the parents that some older kinds of rhododendrons have a scent. Do yours? I learned also that Florence, Oregon has a rhododendron days festival. Then, I missed an opportunity to visit Steve Greenberg's tank. In the paper there was an account of the military vehicle collector's society's annual meet. Steve Greenberg is the president. He has several tanks. My wife vigorously diverted my attention fearing, quite reasonably, that I might be tempted to try to buy one. Today's paper has two items of interest. The U of O student societies umbrella organization is struggling with the question of whether or not to recognize an unofficial squirrel fishing group. Apparently the sport involves tying a peanut to a fishing line, casting close to the intended target and then engaging in a brawl with the squirrel. The other item of interest was fish shooting, a sport that is legal only in Vermont and Virginia. "Most fish hunters do not want to shoot the actual fish because then 'you can't really eat them...They just kind of shatter'...Instead, 'You try to shoot just in front of the fish's nose or head.' The bullet torpedoes to the marsh bottom and creates 'enough concussion that it breaks the fish's air bladder and it floats to the surface.'" David Ritchie Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html