Thanks for all the prayers and support. Charlene’s dad is doing okay, I hear. Only one person is allowed to see him per day because of the SARS restrictions. The medical staff have been great, apart from accidentally throwing away his wallet from the clothes that they cut off him. The doctor told him he’s lucky to be alive. This has really been a nightmare situation in a lot of ways. Found lying unconscious and bloody; police unable to reach wife for hours; lying on a spinal board with no painkillers for hours; two kids far away. I learned a lot last night. I was stuck in Guelph, about 80 km away, without a car a little after 11:00 at night, and desperate to get back. I disovered that Greyhound had one last bus that I could catch if I packed and checked out and made it to a corner about 10 minutes away by 11:30. I made it. By the way, you learn a lot taking public transit in a big city early in the morning, especially on a weeknight. You don’t encounter the party crowd; you come across the regulars. If you live in Toronto, I especially recommend the Queen Street streetcar. Anyway, we just may appreciate Father’s Day on Sunday a little more than we had planned.