There is a tropical storm named Beryl that is making a bee-line for Mass and CT. Evidently he got wind (hehe) of our Hurricane Renee's location and is trying to join forces up there. This is all my fault. She is an adopted, crazy, gypsy family member of mine. And she has been let loose on yon poor yanks. Alicia, Phyllis, dear Alexandria, Metro Ferret people, Maff people, et al. I'm deeply sorry for all of this. I really am. I am hoping that this Beryl will loose strength ... wither and die at the very sight of our powerful Renee. I predict that he will turn tail and run out to the deep, cold, Atlantic with tail tucked only to die a long, cold, lonely death. From what I can see he is no match. Anyway, I just wanted to write a letter of apology to all you ferret people and little ferrets, and to tell you to not to worry too much. Wolfy [Posted in FML issue 5310]