The United States government announced--while many would think they might spend more time and money trying to end The U.S. Hundred Years War--that pilot less, spy drones would now be flying over Miami. Forget police on the street; how old-fashion is that, and how expensive!

Thank God, that we will finally know the tracking of Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish's whereabouts as she seeks to stomp out illiteracy with her reading room meetings. And--personally--I want to know where Baroness Seitzinger goes to buy those gaudy appendages she sports and what bank she goes to, first, to get the money; call me old fashion, but will new money like hers, she must be dealing with ooff-shore banks (and, I do mean "ooff"). I'll pass on the travels of Captain Jeremy from Latin to Latin; he's already given so much to this country in time and effort that he deserves some privacy.

Of course, no spy needs to peek in on Mr. Astor and myself; we lead a modest, withdrawn life more caring of the pool boys' need than our own. I guess the last thing you want when you are spying is that someone spy's on you. Perhaps there is a reason why the Bush administration allocated money for this in the first place. Let's not pull up the carpet and look at The War and its profiteers.