Last night at dinner a friend told me how a local coyote ate a chicken, pulled from a neighbor's coop. The remains left in his yard were: feathers, feet, and a completely intact egg. "Quite the word picture," I thought. I'm a word picture kind of bloke. While I enjoy benefits of contemporary technology--this computer for example--I grew up somewhat behind the times, and have never completely caught up. When everyone my age was listening to the Beatles and wondering who would get colour television first, I bought from a junk shop a mahogany, wind-up, seventy eight record player. Also a box of steel needles, and some records. I remember liking a First World War era performance of Hugo Alfven's "Swedish Rhapsody." Google it and you'll get Mantovani: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Be3BZeoqs3Y Ungroovy to the nth degree. We did have television, and I liked that, but I was very fond of our Roberts radio-- a wooden box coated in red vinyl-- and programs like "Round the Horne" and "I'm Sorry I'll Read that Again." More than thirty years ago, when I first met my wife she owned a radio/cassette player, a Sankyo. It's still working just fine. Thus in this world of whizzy things, I've had a week's worth on the murder of Osama bin Laden, broadcast through a long-lived Sankyo. When the President says I can do without pictures, he's quite right. Oh, here comes the rain again. 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