In local news, the River City Fantasy Baseball League, of which Lyman is a member and I am sometime help, would like to have a party for the All-Star game. They would like to have it at our house, which, as I've said before, we've designed for such occasions.

The boys are more than willing to do their own cooking, but who is going to clean?

Glenn said not to worry, they used to meet at John's Place, which was, by all reports, a dump. I don't know because I wasn't invited to go there. They didn't actually forbid women, but they deeply discouraged them from visiting. The patrons wanted a place to have a beer after work where their wives wouldn't suspect they were chatting up other women. Just a drink at the end of the day.

John's was sold to a historical society in Natchez because it occupied land that was part of the site of one of the largest slave markets in the country.

But our home is not John's Place, and my question remains unanswered.

And it's a week away.