I don’t how to break this except to just say it. When things happen I write about or at least mention them, and something happened today. Last March my younger sister Laura died of cancer. Last June my father, James Wells, passed away from old age and disease. And today I was told that my younger brother Tony, a house painter who was having a very tough time with the recession, died yesterday at his home, apparently from advanced swine flu (although no one is currently certain what got him). But it happened. It’s there to face and deal with. And now I have to get into Manhattan to catch a screening of Amelia. I don’t believe in folding. Keep moving, stay with it.