This was the view from our window this evening - about to storm. Only ... it didn't. I spent the afternoon as Alice's research assistant - how I love reading old newspapers on microfilm - still piecing together bits of her Scandal book. Today it was May 1938, a very dull month in Colorado Springs ... it snowed a lot, up on Pike's Peak, and a white Persian cat became a surrogate mother to four tiny coyote pups, and Hitler met with Mussolini (but that seemed, obviously, a long way away), and there were a few car wrecks, and that, to be honest, was about that. Alice's mother must have gone crazy with boredom.