lightness itself. What could be more fun than winning the lottery? Lottery is about a barely not retarded young man who wins the lottery. It's like every person's fantasy. You don't really need the money because your expectations about what life will give you are pretty low. It's not that you don't deserve the moon, but you can't see how it will fit into your room. It was great. The fat girl barrista is the most beautiful girl in the world. The old Agent Oranged 'Nam vet is a font of wisdom and security. This is the prototype for light, enjoyable summer reading. It allows you to dream about "what if" while allowing you to be perfectly happy that you don't have to decide what to do with all this new found wealth. Very satisfying.
I thought I'd written about David 
Rosenfelt's book, Open and Shut. But I guess not. Now I've read his second book in the series, First Degree. More light summer reading. These books are read with a wry, distainful voice. The protagonist is a New Jersey lawyer. In the first book, he comes into money, solves an old crime, showers love on his dog and friends. The mystery is resolved in an interesting way and that's all you can really ask for in a book like this. I liked it. I think I may have already read the third book a while ago, so I'll probably lay off these for a while. It was kind of interesting to learn how he got his money and who they guy is with the dog rescue shelter. These books explain all that. Maybe if you want a real mystery, you should read the third book first.
I had a last lunch with my friends at The Times today. Per said that I did the unforgiveable for a blogger - my camera's battery was dead. No pictures of all these good friends and no chance to see them again. The battery is charging so I will be able to get shots of the retirees who will be attending this Sunday's last (for me) confab. More pictures to remember faces and places that are already burned into my memory. Overkill.
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