I'd mentioned that I'm having extreme difficulties keeping up the daily part of this literary journey, but if I avoid the fiction that each entry needs to be written on the proper day, then hey! what the heck! let's just write when I can... so, here goes. Recently, and on the date this entry appears, we—my wife, my resident granddaughter, and yours truly—took advantage of a bargain-rate senior tour to the Bronx Zoo, a splendid venue at which you can visit the entire natural world in a New York minute... well, I'm guessing that seeing everything there would take about a week, but you get the idea. We had a ball, especially when a somewhat-flagging Stasia discovered that the Zoo is awash in gift emporia—the girl loves to shop—but she was also entranced with learning to use my old Fuji, a much better camera than she's worked with in the past, and a raft of the world's wildlife highlights, including several amazing tigers—animals that the Wildlife Conservation Society, the Zoo's parent organization, is working masterfully to conserve.