The black widow in the garage has been slaughtered. I discovered a second one nearby, and attempted to deal with it the same way, but it may have escaped. I was unable to find the cadaver. The creature may be hiding in some cranny, waiting to take its revenge on me. The garage badly needs cleaning.
I am about to unearth a place long concealed behind stacks of books in which old magazines are stored. I am in hopes that a publication I have long missed is there. It is a copy of a long defunct magazine called Creative Art which was published in 1928 or so. It is an issue devoted to prognostications about architecture in New York City, and contains some splendid drawings by a number of the architects who were working in the city at the time. If I find it, I'll try to get some scans done somewhere (as I have no scanner myself) and post a few of the drawings.
Now, post and go away before Sluggo shows me the blue screen of his extreme displeasure.