Woolfoot and Woolfoot children are far from the Last House as I write. In fact, I am at my sister's lap top in sunny Florida. As an uptight east coast type, I have the usual boring disdain for Florida and yet, disdain and all, I am bleeding the empty Woolfoot accounts to treat the kids and I to a visit with the relations (sister and mother) and to various theme parks, beaches, malls, what have you. Not too good for it after all, I guess. Seventy five degrees and sunny with a light wind stirring the palms. Something to be said for it. Here are a few pictures to give you an idea of what's going on these last few days.