Thanks, Charles. Until last winter, we had Harlem's Greatest Super who always made sure we had his personal cell phone number just in case. But he broke his ankle late in the winter and frankly he deserves to retire and go back to being the award-winning Calypsiano he was in his youth.

It sucks to have to fight like this for the basics, but I'll still take where I live now over the tiny, Ohio farming town I grew up in any day.

Hope all is well, my friend, and happy new year!