Sometimes in life there are just no words...even for a philosopher. Yesterday I lost a comrade-in-arms - someone who inspired me to start my own humble musings. My old chum, Baby Belle, from the farm I was born on, passed on to that great Salal patch beyond. Never was there a sharper mind, a more cynical nature, a more finely-honed wit, or a greater friend. Period. Baby Belle, you will be so greatly missed. May there be Peanuts and Swedish Fish in unending abundance as you bounce merrily through ever-lush fields of Blackberry, Salal and succulent, fresh spring grass.