I haven’t been able to post much lately. Harvey and I traveled to Virginia to attend a barn dance and then on to East Tennessee to give seminars with a particular famous person. While at the barn dance, someone tricked me into eating some stuff out of a very large vat — they said it was mashed raspberries with other fruit. Well, it was fruit all right — the fruit of some kind of hot pepper plant. And it must have been a type of hot pepper they grown somewhere far away because no human could possibly eat much of it and live. Anyway, they say I cried some, but I don’t remember. All I know is that something is wrong with my voice — it’s been a week and I still can’t talk.