PORCH CHAIR SKELETON

I've always harbored a secret desire to be known as irrepressible. But I'm becoming resigned to consigning "irrepressible" to the dustbin of lively adjectives that will never be applied to me, such as "chirpy". Actually, I'm glad about that one. Apparently I am quite repressible, even unto the nth degree. And by the way, when are the theoretical mathematicians going to announce the numerical value for "nth", so we can retire this tired term? Can't they find a few moments in between bouts of shooting string theories at each other? By another way, the most interesting thing I heard on the news shows this morning was that Soupy Sales died. Also, Kerry Dougherty gives him an eloquent send-off in this morning's paper.