Wow. I just had the funniest email.
2 years ago Don Mullan gave a speech at my school for the Irish-American society. It was a great speech; he is the author of Eyewitness: Bloody Sunday and helped a lot with that movie, too. (Paul you will remember this as we watched the movie and your bookshelf is currently in possession of the book.)

Anyway, after the speech I talked to him and he was very nice; we chatted for a while and then I wrote him a check for his book and he signed it and everything. Come two years later, the check has yet to be cashed.

SO, my mother just writes me an email. Don has just called FROM IRELAND because he has been cleaning off his desk and found this old check. He was concerned that I never got a copy of the book, and he has now run out of them. So my mom forwarded this message to me along with his email address. Hahaha. At least there's someone out there more disorganized than I am. (I take that back: I may appear to be disorganized, but my mess is actually quite organized, and I could find you anything within about 30 seconds. I bet you $150.)