yearning to breathe free. I WON A piece of the pie at Trivial Pursuit a couple of weeks ago by kind of backing into the preceding quotation. It's part of a longer poem by a woman whose name I disremember just now. Anyway the question included her name and something about "your tempest-tossed" and so on. It rang a bell then; mine won't peal right now. Maturity sucks. And on the topic of things that suck, driving home from Nogales is not the unalloyed uplift it once was. Typically, in days of yore, the back of the truck would be full of Cokes and Cheez-Whiz