Walked round to the Inter-Racial Society's Sunday breakfast for the indigent to see if Friday were there. He wasn't; so I walked back, sipping (Starbucks donated) coffee, thinking what else I must do today: Visit Patty (and Peter perforce); call Phil (several persons have told me he's been trying to get in touch with me lately); perhaps, if it works out right, to look in upon Marcus and his new HDTV; and, as always, perchance to sit in a park and read some more Italian literary history, and a new book, "Guns, Germs, and Steel," which has just been lent me. It makes for a heavy backpack.