On St. Valentine's Day, I sat on the train and wrote a lovely long blog as a valentine to my wife. There is no connectivity from the train, and I saved it to post later, knowing that I could back-date it in B2Evo, and knowing that my readership is so ridiculously low that no one would notice that it was back-dated anyway .

So ... I go hunting for it .... and I can't find it anywhere! I've scoured the hard drive, but it's just gone.

It was suitably gooey and so on. Come to think of it, the only person who would have enjoyed it was my wife. After all, who likes other people's mushy valentines?? The world as a whole is probably better off with my public valentine permanently missing.

Anyway, it had only one good line in it, and that was how it opened:

â??Spicy culinary delights, beer, dark chocolate and sex are proof that God wants us to be happy; tornadoes, cancer and plain old death indicate that She doesn't intend for this to be a cake-walk; and St. Valentines Day is proof that She has a twisted sense of humor and really gets off on making guys squirm.â?

So there you have it. Forget the mushy-stuff, and let's move on, shall we?

For the record, in that missing post, I predicted that my wife would get me something thoughtful, meaningful, sweet, and that indicated she knew me better than myself. Sure enough, she gave me a DVD of my second-favorite movie, â??Casablancaâ?. God love her. You just have to dig Bogart.

â??If you don't get on that plane you'll regret it. Not today, and maybe not tomorrow, but soon â?? and for the rest of your life.â? -- Rick (Humphrey Bogart) to Ilsa, in the final sequence.

Damn, they just don't make movies like that anymore.