I95 was horror show between Stamford and Rhode Island, but we eventually made the Cape and crossed to Vineyard Haven on a ferry packed with 60 Harley Davidsons and their leather-clad owners. Now we're ensconced on a hill in Aquinnah surrounded by scrub pine and water, set adrift for a week...and me away from headlines and links and the telephone. Dim connectivity, except with the sky and the sea ... all of which goes to recharge the batteries on this unit (and to avoid a tragic Dell-like explosion). Will return all too soon. Feel free to talk among yourselves.