From the shores of Lake Como here in Italia, this is obscure season four in American tragedy.

I'm your host, your friend, your ear lover, and literary mansplainer-in-chiefchief Michael Ian Black, supine in the bedroom in which

I've been sleeping here, awaiting the arrival of my bambinos, bambini, I guess, bambini.

My kids are arriving in Italy within, within the hour, and they'll be flying into Milan and then training to

the city of Lake Como, where I will meet them, and then we will take a bus back to our villa,

our extravagant villa.

From there, I imagine they'll probably want to get some sleep, and who knows after that,

but then we're going to go, in a couple days, we're going to go down to Rome for a few days,

going to hang out there and do Roman things, and then back here for a few days, and then they'll depart, and then

Martha and I will have another week or so before departing ourselves back for the United States

of America, where all kinds of troubles are happening, but none, more, no trouble more acute.

Well, I got to sneeze.

I hate one.

I've been sneezing a lot here in like coma.

It is allergy season, of course, and my allergies in allergy season, not nearly so bad here in Italia as they might be back in

Connecticut, although my fear is that I will arrive back in Connecticut just as spring is fully

in bloom, which will extend my own sneezing fits for weeks longer than they otherwise might have been.

Anyway, I'm just going to sniffle a little bit, clear the throat.

And then we'll delve back into the book, Clyde, is on the stand as he was last episode and the episode before

that and the episode before that. He's telling his story and Mason is now conducting cross-examination.

The last thing that happened was they drug a whole boat into the courtroom. I mean, my God,

a boat in a courtroom. And then Clyde was demonstrating his interpretation of how

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