I'm typing from my mom's house in Wisconsin on an ultra-slow dialup. The fam is doing well; it's fish fries and leisurely walks in the sunny Wisconsin summer. Open space is appreciated more than ever.

I'm recuperating from city tribulations and figuring out how to work my borrowed digital camera (zoo images coming soon!). I've synchronized watches with my co-conspirator protestor, sister A., who is heading down from Vermont in a non-linear path designed to evade followers from the FBI, Customs, and Secret Service.

We're meeting at the center of the George Washington Bridge for the handoff. From a mailorder store I have purchased the false beard/curly sideburns combo and, also, the black trenchcoat/tophat combo: my Hasidim disguise is almost complete. A. has carefully constructed a crack-ho disguise: sweatpants, bandanna, artificially blearied eyes, practiced look of desperation.

The heat can't get us if the heat can't find us.

More soon.