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Since there seems to be a lot of religious fervor in the air I want to mention that I'm doing the good Samaritan thing, not exactly, and have called a guy ('s wife actually) and told him, (or her actually) that "I found what appears to be the contents of your glovebox," behind a house I'm renovating on Rocheblave (yep, still at it), and she was so happy, although I could not initially figure out why because I assumed the paperwork I had collected meant the car had been stolen, but no, just the contents of the glovebox. The guy (and his wife?) live not far from here, I'll expose them and say they live in the 3300 block of Esplanade, which is around the corner but a completely different world, nice, in it's more affluent way, and that just makes me reflect fervently, which is my nature, on how that's one of the things here that makes the magic that people talk about (or is it just me that talks about it?), I mean the demographic striation of this place, which is scary (or that should be "fascinating"), if you pause to think about it, and what else am I going to do. Anyway, I am online with a single phone line and am realizing only now what my hesitation meant when the wife asked me could her husband call me on his way home from work at this number and I said, "yes" but not very convincingly. I knew I might be busy, what with the development of a new lethal religious product, and the delivery of this crap, which I must consider of utmost importance--cuz look at me go on about it.