An entry about the trip to London is pending and will be for some time.  Sanford and Susanna arrive in Florence soon, and having just picked up fresh fruit and vegetables from the Santo Spirito market, I am leaving to meet them at the train station.  I wanted to note briefly an encounter the other night on the Ponte Vecchio while out on the town with a friend, a former submarine officer.  I overheard them speaking to one another and said, "Ya'll must be from the south, and you sound like you went to Sewanee."  Both reckonings were correct; two were freshly graduated Sewanee alumni (one had made it through only two semesters having never learned where to smoke one's marijuana on campus), and the night's shenanigans intensified.