We're still seeing a robin or two every day, along with small flocks of cedar waxwings. The papers are full of jokes about duct tape. Google news-search on "duct tape" snags some funny stuff. Somebody will be sure to do a marketing study along the lines of those done following September 11, 2001, examining the flag business and sudden demand. Somebody's been going through the neighborhood at night and tearing down people's peace signs, some of which seem to be resurrected as panhandlers' placards. These are high-quality corrugated-plastic items, with a white, blank back. Last night my dreams featured the footage from the liberation of the concentration camps that they used to show impressionable kids, plus a lot of stuff from Matthew Brady's scenes of nineteenth-century battlefield carnage.