No connection. And it's almost night. I feel so much regret. I never got the chanceto tell...

No connection. And it's almost night. I feel so much regret. I never got the chanceto tell my son I loved him. Never? You're 87 years old. Oh, it's on my to-do list. Take a look. See? Still no sign of the missing bowlers. And one thing I must say now, there is nothing a newscaster lovesbetter than missing people, be they on a mountain, in a submarine,or preferably deep under rubble. Even if we know they're dead, we'll keep it quiet for a few daysjust to keep the ratings up. And now tonight's lotto,which no one ever wins. No! Why am I talking like this? I'm not falling,just clinging to the edge. Oh, man, that was close. How deep is that thing anyway? Only one way to find out