Definitely will be a second date with this one. Maybe even three.

OK, Journey, I promised last Thursday to report on Casey's email. Sorry but I just ran out of time that night.

Guess what? Case doesn't need chocolate to get herself out of trouble with immigration at all. She needs it to get herself deeper into trouble.

Yes, J, our girl's found herself a new man. This time it's an astronomer, Julian Maxwell. He's on sabbatical from the academic world and doing research down there in the southern hemisphere. Get this: the guy is from Chicago and is just crazy-mad about Mrs. Fields cookies.

Of course, the moment Casey learned he was a Chicago boy, she just went wild. Yes, he fell in love with the Adler planetarium, same as she had during her Chicago adventure. Hell, the guy had damn near grown up there. He's about ten years older than her. And I suspect that ‘on sabbatical' is academic-speak for ‘between jobs'.

Anyway, little sis wants me to order a couple of tins of Mrs. Fields chocolate-chip cookies, have them shipped to me, and then have me re-pack them in dry ice and DHL them to her. She figures they'll still be intact that way. I reckon it's a big pain in the behind. But I'll do it. Of course. She's my sister. Gotta look out for her whenever I can.

And yes, Journey, I promise to stash a dozen of my business cards in the Mrs. Fields care package. I doubt we'll get any takers from an atoll, but possibly some tourist that passes through will give us a ring. Casey will be glad to post them prominently.

But she's running from cancer. Not much different than me, I suppose. Casey just always runs to extremes. Same as when Mom was on her case about dropping volleyball her senior year in high school. Just galloped straightaway away to the debate club and dive headlong into that. And lettered, of course.

New boyfriend is actually pretty minimal for her. Surprised she hasn't island-hopped over to Sri Lanka yet.

That's it for tonight, Journey. Forgot to mention I had a good Sunday School class this morning. Jack Heckstrom was back. Today we studied the Prodigal Son. Except Jack kept calling himself the Prodigy Son. I'm sure he's clueless as to what either word means, but things sure are livelier with that live wire around.

Read November 3rd entry.

Read November 8th entry.