I am starting to fire up again after that monstrous period of work. The gang-bang against Wall Street has not reached Miami Beach, although the mainland has had its hands full. Miami Beach is such a La-La Land that I would expect that most of the residents don't even know what it means. More power to them, but we don't want rabble spilling across the causeways and interrupting out special way of life. Therefore, before the barbarians are at the gate we are prepared for two things: either buy them off with drink tickets or blow up the bridges. In the meantime,while hell threatens our way of life, Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish has agreed to join forces to fight the coming onslaught. We resurrected the

the clapping song

as a way of maintaining civility and fun. We have created a line dance to it that will make the barbarians shrink in horror and awe.

I have a harder time than Mamie in executing the more lively and demonstrative steps in my squashed-heeled shoes to Mamie's more sensible, flat, jeweled slippers, You always have do the best you can, though.