I am beat to death, and need many many days of sleep, but I need to give a special citation to Steve and Sharon. First of all, they fed us. We might have starved if they had not ignored my messages saying that we would all just go to the store and blah blah. But on the night of the fireworks, when most everyone, and me the worst, were pretty drunk, my neighbor, who has a severe spinal problem and can hardly walk, shows up with his wife, Francis. I helped him and her to some chairs and gave them a couple of beers, but then I noticed that Steve Chamberlain had pulled a chair up behind them. I guess that Steve and Sharon had decided that the neighbor needed special attention, and Steve made sure that they were cared for and protected. These are my immediate neighbors. What they think of me is very important to me. I was absolutely smashed and stupid, but this morning I heard stories of Steve walking, with his arms around my neighbor, supporting him, back to his home and even went inside and let them show him around their house. Meanwhile I am barely upright, chasing women and passing out now and then. I can not express the debt I owe to Steve and Sharon for doing this kind, selfless, and utterly noble thing. I doubt that I will ever be given the opportunity to be as good of a person as they were last night.