Today, as I shivered in a courtroom as jury foreman, the town recorded 41.5 Celsius. As I travelled home on a packed train, I saw the frazzled faces of my fellow citizens. The TV news tonight reported failing hospital systems and teachers' strikes, child abuse and unlawful carnal knowledge of a minor by a person of authority. The good news is tomorrow will only be 37 and I'll be leading a mob away from lynching. I can't make a poem out of this, so I offer you cut-up prose, flat as a dried-out lake bed -- Andrew http://hispirits.blogspot.com/ http://www.flickr.com/photos/aburke/