You can reach Sue at (314) 452-3685 or (314) 726-2032. You can write to her c/o Rose Holt, 905 Barnard College Lane, St. Louis, MO 63130


Thank God November is over! And that it has only 30 days. One more would have put me over the edge rather than teetering on the brink. On Saturday Rose and I will travel again to Chicago, she to work and I for a follow-up appointments with my two physicians there. We'll be back late Tuesday. Since neither Rose nor I will be here for those four days, any of you who can please visit Den for his days are long.

Yesterday Aaron was at the hospital when I couldn't be then ferried me there and Rose out to the car dealer to pick up her newly-serviced very old vehicle. He is a love. My Editor Son, Chris, AKA Ding, was on duty yesterday as well. He hauled Rose home after she dropped off her car and the two of them picked up lunch for us. Other loves, Doug, Mark Goldman, and Scott Kaenter, were at the hospital in the evening. And still other loves, son Mark and Karen, cooked us a lovely dinner. Rose and I felt like queens yesterday.

As we were leaving the hospital last night, Mark Goldman told us he was off for a dinner date with a new woman. I reminded him of Uncle Pete's advice: Remember, they are easier to get than to get rid of.

We are awaiting an update on Lizzie, Catrina's daughter who is once again in the hospital with pneumonia. She got very sick on Monday and ended up back at St. John's on Tuesday. Margaret told us yesterday that she is 'some better,' and may come home today. Lizzie will have to have some follow-up testing after she is well from this bout. Catrina and Robbie have surely had a trying time of late. We'll update after we know more today.

Shirley left for Chicago yesterday where she will work and rest up from our baby time. We loved having the little tyke and only had one traumatic event the whole time we had him. He locked himself in the first floor powder room with the light off. Immediately he started crying and getting upset, stopping only momentarily to cry out, "OSE!" OSE!" The stupid safety mechanism was broken so we couldn't free him. Shirley called 911 and had the police on the way. Rose worked on the lock and all three of us talked and talked to soothe Brayden. Of course, he was scared. Finally we just forced the lock and got him out, so we cancelled the police call. It took him a few moments to calm down. Actually, he returned to normal much faster than the three of us.

I gather from various conversations with the guys that the move out of Den's apartment was both a party and a Big Job. Den is a packrat, never throws away anything, and has two of most things. Doug says Den has at least one screwdriver in every drawer in any place Den lives.