La Casa, the Castle Zamoiski, Le Petite Maison Astor suffered a slight stroke Thursday when news came in from New York that one of our dearest friends had committed suicide. I was out with Mr. Astor when word came to go home and get our housemate away from the telephone until our other housemate could make it here on a special flight. We zoomed home and I did the unthinkable and said, "Why don't we be wild and crazy and leave our phones at home?" I had mine, of course, but it worked and we proceeded to Do a Sherman and march to the sea, burning everything we came across. It worked, that's all I can say. Sometimes things don't make sense.