We have our beach back! The tourists and teens are gone, very gone. The beach is empty. To windy for all but the hardiest wind surfers - is that you Senator Kerry - and the local dog walkers.

Byron loves the beach, he enjoys digging in the sand, barking at the seagulls, and rolling in all those smelly things the ocean specializes in throwing on to the beach. Our beach...

Well, I guess word got out that I was accepted by The Boston Globe Sunday Magazine. I guess it got out, because I got signed up for a new porn web site. I also received an email saying I had ordered a book, the “American Encyclopedia” and needed to send my pay pal information to pay for it. I ordered no such book. Oh, and I got the report back on the trace which had been put on my phone. Guess what, I do not recognize the number, but it's a Newton number. Now I don't really know anyone in Newton. Well I know of someone - how did she put it, on the periphery.

I don't know what to do here. Do I try to get him to see the proof and understand what is going on? Or do I just give up, and realize that the simple fact that this has been going on for so long it, can only prove he is just as responsible for the harassment as she is.