Tricky Treat

Quick update:  I had to leave the office early because Luke was sick at school He had cough, low-grade fever; his teachers urged me to take him to the vet -er, pediatrician - so I dutifully did, thankful to learn that it was nothing serious.

But yes, Samantha, we're going out trick or treating, if that's the right term for riding up and down in the elevator, trick-or-treating at only those apartments that have given "approval" - you know how all these busy, go-getting New Yorkers hate being put out by silly things like the doorbell ringing, only to discover that it's just a grinning, happy kid dressed as a mushroom, and another as a pirate.  If we get really adventurous, we'll go to the greatest deli in New York City, Mani's Market, on 93rd and Columbus, to see if the owners, Taki and Taso, will give us some free, fresh Greek Feta cheese. . .

Luke is going as - what else? - a cowboy. Actually, it was the only costume left in his size at the Astor Place  K-Mart; we really dropped the ball on this one!

I am going as myself, which most people think is scary enough. . .

I'll be back later this evening to post some thoughts on the Federer-Sampras comparison.

Steggy would like to wish you all a merry Halloween and presents a gift. A picture of last year's carved pumpkin.. a masterpiece worthy of the Louvre!