Rarely do I implore that you pull your gods out of the closets, dust them off and light candles…this is one of those times. Little Miss Chelsey…born about the same time as the Young Master has been taken ill with a strange malady which has baffled the nice medical people. She’s at the moment, under observation and on queue for attention. Unfortunately, while we can subsidize Iraqi health care…we apparently cannot do the same for the offspring of our military boys fighting the war. So, please…call on your deities, perhaps whack a congressmen or two…but pray for Miss Chelsea and her parents.