No posts from the little elf of wit and wisdom in many moons, chances are he's gone to that big gun show down below. I can just picture him sitting in his lonely cave high atop Mount Snowbegone, half slouched behind his computer desk, his chin resting on his chest, a half empty glass of his favorate beverage, rum and milk, beside the keyboard. His eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth hanging open drooling (that sounds more like he's alive and at a gun show!) Mineral-laiden water dripping from the cave roof onto his graying head and beard, slowely turning him into a stalagmite. Garfield, you will be missed, but not by many!!! Only Jareth and the young Southern Belle to morn your passing.