Smick...you've probably already done this, but Google his name, Steve Gerberich, & you'll get the home page and others...yes, this exhibition in Waterloo is great for students to explore themes of "recycling and mechanical engineering, build critical thinking skills and experience science, hisotry, language arts, and technology in an exciting new way!" (that quote was on a brochure I picked up). Have fun with your son! Jeanne S. This is a postcard I got at exhibit...it's a memorial by Steve G. to a college friend who bequeathed his tackle, pole and waders to him...called "Gone Fishin'." (looks like artist is holding fish in backgrd)

I take my laptop and work and socialize at a café downtown. As a self-employed artist I tend to become rather isolated. Here I have a large and varied group of friends: teachers, students, artists, actors, musicians, writers, professionals, hangers-on, et al. It's a good hang out. I don't come in the evenings for music, by then I'm ready for my comforter and a glass of wine at home. Here is a link to an employee's Myspace page about the café and the main website (which hasn't been updated in ages). Warning: the Myspace page is a slow load, it's image heavy. http://queenbeancoffee.com/ Here is a link that might be useful: Queen Bean Myspace Page

Fun....great for relieving tension.

At last I have finished Trollope's The Warden and . . . for Sheri . . . who couldn't remember the 'plot' It concerns the warden, kind old Rev Mr Harding, who is in charge of the Barchester 'hospital' ie alms houses for 12 old 'beadsmen' of the city. A young radical hot-head John Bold, believes that Harding is taking too much money as his stipend from the Trust, which should go to the old men instead. People take sides, even the pensioners, not understanding Harding already gives them an allowance out of his own pocket. The London newspapers take up the story leading to innocent-in-the-ways-of-the-world Harding resolves to leave his post and live on a very small amount of money in a tiny parish. Tied in with this is the bossy Archdeacon, the kindly Bishop and the lovely Eleanor Harding who spends too much time, in that rather unhealthy Victorian way, weeping on the bosom of her Father . . . and he on hers.