It was one of those afternoons, those hollow Sundays. The kind of day when it feels right to let your head hang upside down off the couch as you keep on talking about nothing to someone who might not be listening. An afternoon for tossing objects and catching them, or making little miniature tarts and watching the surgery channel.

"I can't stand where this country is headed. I see what's happening and it sickens me. I'm moving to California."

And I'll be damned if he didn't do exactly that!