Bar Mitzvah invitations aside, Y.P.R. is still loafing in the metaphorical hammock, acquiring awkward tan lines, sweating profusely, sipping pink lemonade by the gallon, barbequing all manner of cow, pig, and poultry, listening to the zap! of flying pests' electrocution, trying to remember if the summer solstice represents the perigee or apogee, and running off to Michigan to get married.
We'll return June 28, 2004, at 9 a.m.
In the meantime, submit!