Oh, people, people, people. When will you fools see the light? How could this beautiful, model-type writer person beat out our beloved angel, Jacob Appel? The man had entered four separate manuscripts, been semi-finalist and finalist for almost all of them. But does anyone ever choose the dude to bring him to his just place on top of the heap of the literati? No. Why is that? Why? But here's what I will tell you: dude's time will come. We just have to be patient.