THE PARTY'S OVER (aka "Foreign Aid" suspended) -- by Steve Nadis
It was too good to last. My Danish friend flew the coop. If you can't take the heat, as the saying goes, get out of the sweatshop, and that's just what he did, hopping a commuter train to Providence. (Which to him, no doubt, seemed providential at the time.) He claimed he couldn't take the heat--couldn't take doing sudoku puzzles morning, noon, and night, from the second he opened his eyes in the morning to his last waking moment at bedtime. So he slipped out of town yesterday, and I'm on my own again. Doing sudoku by myself, as always, trying to work through that dreaded pile of clipped newspaper puzzles that I can't seem to make a dent in.
My only hope, I now realize, is to train my daughters. My wife insists that four years old is not old enough, but I believe, in my heart, the girl is up to it. She has to be. Failure, as the other saying goes, is not an option. And when the going gets tough, as yet another saying goes, the tough do sudoku.
i've never personally ,,seen'em work.HONESTLY=Z= (Comment this)