Having, by means actionable and therefore unmentionable, got the use of a fully charged cell phone (cosi` si chiama), I've been reaching out and touching the folks in Spokane: Patty night before last; Kristen, Marianne, Annie, Ham, and Gloria yesterday; Marcus this morning, on my here, under the banyan trees in a corner of the Iolani Palace grounds--the last still reverberating in my head and heart. We all told one another how good we all sounded, exchanged hot titbits of gossip, news, and (in the last case) recommendations of music (Saint-Saens' "Wedding Cake," for piano and orchestra--"as delicious," advised Marcus, "as Tchaikovsky's 'December' from 'The Seasons). How it eases, how it pleases to hear those voci care.