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Remember back when I posted how confused I was about domain names? Somebody named Manila Industries had possession of SaraDonati.com and I had no idea why, or what to do about it.

You more savvy types told me about cybersquatting, and then it turned out that I wasn't the only one at odds with Manila Industries. Lots of you emailed and commented asking what I was doing, and what they could do, to get back a domain name. And Dennis McCooe commented too, saying he was an intellectual property rights attorney, and he had some experience dealing with Manila Industries.

So guess what. Dennis McCooe got me back the SaraDonati.com domain name, and with next to no fuss or work on my part. He called me today to say so, and now I'm thanking him publically. Please don't email me to ask how to deal with Manila Industries, okay? Because I'm clueless. But if you need somebody to handle this kind of thing for you, Dennis is your guy.

McCooe AT BlankRome DOT com

PS Blank Rome is a very well established, very large law firm.

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Once in a while a character gets chatty. You have to let them talk, of course. It would be rude to interrupt.

For two days now a nine year old girl called Bean has been talking about Greenbrair, South Carolina. She's been telling me about everybody she knows (and she knows everybody), their habits (good and bad), their extended families, the church they go to and why they go there.

So last night I was thinking about Bean and I realized that she's something like Scout from to Kill a Mockingbird. This morning I went back over all the things Bean has been telling John Dodge and listening close to her voice. I was worried that I had dressed scout up in new clothes, which would never do. Scout has an excellent book to call home, and I can't haul her out of there and into mine.

Bean assures me that she isn't Scout. She doesn't have a brother or a friend called Dell or a wise father called Atticus. Her mother is divorced and bitter, and her father works on an oil rig and never calls. No need to get all grumpy about grownups, she tells me. There's nothing a kid can do to change them. Might as well focus on the good stuff.

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