Fellow Rowers I have some staggering news! Hold your breath and never let it go, because this will knock the wind out of you! Our own Mr. Rowe has caught an incurable disease known by its street name as "Da Love Bug, Ya Her'" (I am assuming that this phrase is equitable in layman's terms to "Stuart Rowe has fallen in love. Have you heard?" this is merely a guess though). I was participating in my normal Thursday routine of hiding in the shrubbery outside of Mr. Rowe's house (after my mother and I get in a fight about how her meatballs taste worse then her new "hip" boyfriend Chad looks and she kicks me out of the house for yelling at Chad to stop leaving his boil cream on the floor), when I came across something amazing. Mr. Rowe sauntered into his home, but not alone, he was accompanied by someone that was holding his attention more than his beloved typewriter! As I tumbled out of the shrubbery to peak into the window, I saw them together! Mr. Rowe has found true love in his very own mirror!!!! Yes folks he was oogling and ogling that mirror! He danced with himself, had tea with himself, and shared laughter with himself. My heart soared with joy to see our novelist so inspired, but then sank as I asked myself, "what does this mean for the future works of Mr. Rowe?" If he has found himself so overjoyed and filled with newfound happiness, does this mean his muse will allow him to create his best work yet? Or does this mean something more sinister? Will Mr. Rowe be taking time away from Mr. Rowe's writing, and will the happiness distract from the usual melancholy undertone of his most intricate writing? The answer remains to be seen, and only time will alleviate the dull ache that resides in my unsated heart that longs for another beautifully spun tale by Stuart Rowe. Rowe Rowe Rowe your boats gently down the iridescent tunnel for now Crew!

Mr. Rowe opening the door to look into the mirror and find.........

His muse! Mr. Rowe!