Now that I got that off my chest I feel much better. But now I want to steer this update into a different direction. Many of you have written and asked us: “Aren’t you two getting sick of each other? What do you talk about all the time?” Our response to the first is “No, not yet,” and, to the second “All of you, of course.” You provide us with loads of material. However, we did record a particular dinner conversation we had a few months back while in Germany. This might give you an idea of the level of silliness and fun that we’ve been maintaining.

V: (over a plate of brats, pretzels, cheese and beer)

     So, who would you pick for a “romantic interlude,”    

     Brad Pitt or Kevin Kostner?

ML: Hmmmm, would I neccesarily have to have dinner

     or conversation?

V: Ummm, no.

ML: OK, then Kevin Kostner. My turn: ummm...Sandra

     Bullock or Michelle Pfeiffer?

V: Sandra Bullock. OK: Harrison Ford or Robert

     Redford?

ML: Robert Redford, but the 70s version.  Ummm,

     Marilyn Monroe or Natalie Wood?

V: Ooohhh, that’s tough! Do I get to tell anybody?

ML: Sure.

V: Then, Marilyn Monroe. OK: Bill Clinton or Prince

     Charles?

ML: (laughing uncontrollably) Can I pass?

V: Nope. No passing.

ML: Then Clinton. OK, Mr. Smarty-pants: Roseanne or

    Liz Taylor - the ‘97 version? No passing, remember.

V: Oh God! Ummm, Roseanne. Alright: Val Kilmer or

     Peter Wingfield (a celluloid boyfriend from the

     “Highlander” TV series)?

ML: Oh, that’s not fair! Can I pick both?

V: Nope.

ML: Wow...ummm...Peter Wingfield