The yield was greater than I expected so I have used up my entire supply of condoms. If that's not a sentence that surprises, I'd be surprised. The explanation is that I don't have any wine making equipment. I don't have the big glass jar and the bubbly valve to let the carbon dioxide out. Last time I used a balloon with a little hole in it. This time I found on the web a site which suggested using condoms. Yes it does occur to me that lubricant might not be one of the best added flavors for a wine, but it's low down on my list of worries. What I wanted was a way to get the process going before the birds ate my grapes. And so it was immensely satisfactory this afternoon, after I had French lettered two and a half bottles of what will undoubtedly be the greatest ever vintage of Chateau Ritchie, to step out into the garden and say, "What ho" to an arriving flock of finches. Too late, mate. You probably won't be wondering how I come to have an antique stock of condoms, but I'll tell you anyway. About halfway through contemporary students' idea of known history, so maybe ten years ago, L. returned from a medical conference with her usual collection of pens and pads. Also four condoms. She handed them to me. I said, "Has something changed in the birth control picture?" She said, "No." I said, "Then why do I need these?" She said something vague, but I think it implied that if I found myself seduced by a siren, I'd be prepared. My response was that sirens weren't in our contract. With your ability to count past three, you'll be going, "Ahah, incomplete version of the truth. The man had four...items...and like the person in the arithmetic problem, he has currently only accounted for three." It turns out, and you might want to make a note of this, that condoms from the last century can be unreliable. One of them ripped as I was slipping it over the bottle. I gave a lecture in class today--a rare thing--a compare and contrast examination of parades all around the world. I was thinking about their history and any claim to be historic. There's some pretty funny stuff. Here are two examples. In the Indian one you are looking for the group of marchers who seem to have been trained by John Cleese. The Grenada police cadet is...what it is. Carry on. David Ritchie, Portland, Oregon http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t04Nim_Abnw http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6rTdWFdgpJc