Came by tribe and found it was working again. Saw your smile.

"hey" *waves*

Scott

We'd been invited to dinner with Leonardo, but neither of us knew the other was coming. Leo had this habit of inviting people to dinner, the strangest people he knew, and getting them drunk, crazy drunk. Then he'd get out those crazy notebooks of his, and sketch all the crazy, wild folk at his dinner table, laughing and crying and carrying on. So we're at this wild dinner party just outside Florence, and Donatello shows up carrying his new statue of David, the cute little guy with the hat, and even though it's bronze, we were passing it around and laughing and telling very dirty jokes which I can't repeat here. Anyway, Nik sat there smiling -- not laughing, not nearly wetting his pants like the rest of us, just smiling, and I thought, "here's a man who can sit in the same room with the greatest artists of the Renaissance and not lose his cool. This is one hoopy frood."