From your letter I infer that your trip so far has been
at least moderately successful. I wish for you that it should
get better and better with each day.

This morning at about 10 a.m. we had an extremely heavy rain storm,
I thought nothing of it, but when I went downstairs with some empty
boxes, I found the surface of the desk at the garden end of the living
room covered with water, which also covered large sections of the floor.
The books on the shelves and Vincent's 33 rpm records were spared, but
all of the books on the desktop were wet, some slightly, some irreparably.
Most valuable, my father's copy of Schweitzer's Bach, which I dried
carefully. I think it will be readable, and will share the appearance
of being water-damaged with the many books in Konnarock that survived
New York harbor. Also damaged, but still usable, are the Canadian Rockies
Trail Guides which you recently lent me. - They might have gotten
soaked on a hike. Damaged beyond usefulness are five volumes of my own
novels which I had bought for Nathaniel, about which he had forgotten.
These I can readily replace for myself. Numerous bulky PDR volumes, 
very wet, I will throw out with the trash on Wednesday. The desk surface 
will require refinishing before it looks respectable. The drapes at the
windows were soaked. I spread them on the driveway to dry. Forgot about them
and must interrupt my letter now to take them in. They are dirty and torn
beyond rehabilitation. I shall throw them out. There was water also on the 
second floor. Some of which dripped through the ceiling. I can't be surehow the water entered the house. I suspect it was trapped between the storm windows
and the old double-hungs, but I'm not sure. My initial intuition is to begin
by replacing the windows which are in fact irreparable. (I checked 178
and found it dry.)

This afternoon, when I tried to get the Nantucket and Konnarock surveillance
video pictures, all telephones had again lost their dial tone. I ascertained
than one of the lines is shorted. I haven't yet determined which one. I've
installed the wireless portable phone in the front hall, and find the
signal strong enough to reach even the third floor. I must be careful to
leave the phone in its cradle long enough to keep the battery charged.
Tomorrow I'll try to locate and repair the short. Originally I installed
two busses on which I connected the individual circuits, neat and good
"workmanship." The bus in the addition is readily accessible, and I'll
check its branch circuits first. Access to the bus in the rabbit room
is blocked by the storage boxes, many of which I may have to move to
make the diagnosis. 

I'm fascinated by the divergence of our judgments concerning Mr. Ciamartaro
and the Appeals Court. Their informal comnment as a footnote to theiropinon
that "it would be good" if he attended the Hearing, seemed very threatening 
to me, precisely because of its informality. They've got to find a scape goat 
for the mess which keeps the Superior Court witches' cauldron bubbling. 
Ciarmataro is helpless and therefore he's the perfect victim to atone for the 
Superior Court's corruption. I want to protect him, but not at the price of 
abandoning my case.