Rumination #5: Summation

From the Editor:

On behalf of everyone at AI Publications, I would like to take this opportunity to thank our resident ruminant, James B. Reifsnyder, for his prose (and his cons).

It is Monday at AI HQ and either the Banquet Director is stirring in the kitchen or a family of raccoons has slipped through the screen door. We are flitting about finalizing preparations for the arrival of Stans from far and farther. So, once again, thanks to the scribe of Pottstown for his entertaining insights into the Apartment Invitational.

And now, without further ado:

RUMINATION #5

The Sweet Sixteenth Apartment Invitational is upon us or, better, near us. It is at 

present in Pottstown, PA, 41 degrees, cloudy, windy, gray-brown, bone-cold damp. 

Did I mention sleet? This is the sleet capital of the northeast. Fine: we’ve had no snow

 to speak of, but still, very few days unlike this one, and when it actually is sunny, it’s a 

cloudless brilliant sunshine and 15 degrees. Yeah, but it’ll soon change for this 

reporter, and here’s yet another thing about the imminent AI: coming from this dismal 

rust-belt town and stepping through the glass-aluminum doors (after having opened 

them, of course) into Orlando…and it’s warm. Warm. Hot even. Freakin palm trees. 

Colors! The AI, when and where it’s sunny and warm. Here’s to #16. I can’t wait.

My heart is with Gordon.
My brain is with Heimsch. 

My soul is with Mitch. 

And my money, in AI-XVI, is on Pease/Paze et al. 

Editor’s Note: To put the last statement in some perspective: Reef’s heart is not even his 3^rd favorite organ; his brain is besotted; his soul damned for eternity and his money?  What money?