Come to my house? “Brave you are!” in Yoda speak. Even I don’t want to return to my apartment. I suffer from the common malady of MCS or Man Collection Syndrome. It has come to a point where it is me or my “stuff.” The stuff wins out everytime; like Blackie, who doesn’t know he’s a dog. “Look mom, I brought you another mouse!. What? You don’t like it? Ma, what’s wrong with you? Are you feeling okay?” Come on Patty, you can’t tell me ol Blacky’s eyes don’t speak to you. Yes? Just saying. I love Blackie. My kind of friend. I would like to invite you to read the the first chapter of my Vietnam memoir for free at vietnamjerry.com. I am sure you will enjoy the read. All the best regards. Thanks