We're going to the mattresses here in Florida. Like Fat Clemenza says: sometimes war has to happen every few years; it gets rid of the bad blood. Big Vin is in the hospital and we're all on stand-by to see what we can do. If anyone is in the Juptier area and wants to visit, just look for the hospital room with the provolone hanging over the bed. They have Vinny heavily sedated -- an IV drip of Cinzano and orange soup. He's got a few issues to deal with: pneumonia, infection, other nasty stuff. But he's got a very hard head. Very big and very hard. Vito and I are booked now to return to LGA tomorrow morning. Still not sure who I'm going to roust from bed at 5:30 tomorrow morning to take us to the airport. I'll save it for later tonight -- make it a surprise.

Anyway, we're all headed back to the hospital. Everyone's optimistic, even though we know it's a long hard road ahead.