Billy was in the neighborhood IRL and stayed at Chez Gagne last night. He got here around noon and I had the place all ship-shape by then. I showed him the house and we chatted and did the techno equivalent of showing pictures from our wallets: we showed each other pictures from our computers. (Billy has a laptop.) We roamed around Tampa for a bit in his rented Sebring convertible; had a fabulous lunch/dinner at Shells. Sylvia and Billy and I went to see “What Lies Beneath” at the Hyde Park theater at night. (Decent movie; nothing to write home about.) Afterwards Billy and I sat on the front porch and he played my guitar a bit and we philosophized. It was was pretty cool.