 Uh, Danny, would you mind very much if I regaled you with a tidbit that happened early this evening at the house of Tartaglia? Please do. Cousin Stanley from Gay Paris showed up after ten these many years. Not him. Oh, him it was. And with arms akimbo with goodies. Knicks for Mrs. Tartaglia, knacks for the kiddies, and for me, a great big bottle. Champagne, huh? Had a call, Danny. Fifty-one. From Paris? Those continentals know how to live.