If this is Wednesday it must be Nostrum

I have spent zero time on N3. I have, however, spent way too much time trying to figure out why I can't access all my Dropbox files from all my devices. 

Feh!

The following is an intact epistle, apparently based on an actual news item. You can Google it if you want. I'm too busy trying to figure out Dropbox.

We almost didn’t make it this week. The Nostrumite is in a state of permanent depression over this whole business of buying and selling Pennsylvanian body parts for transplants. Not that the lad has anything against recycling humans; far from it. There are a number of people he suggests should be recycled immediately, including Celine Dion, Cher, and John Tesh. And he’s all in favor of the US government having declared organs to be a national treasure; he even claims that some of his organs go beyond national treasure straight into landmark status. No, his issue is with the assigned dollar amount. “Who came up with this three hundred dollar business?” the lad asks. “Three hundred bucks for a liver, three hundred bucks for a spleen, three hundred bucks for a small intestine. Shouldn’t there be some scale applied that values the human heart above the brain, or vice versa?” He was not persuaded by the fact that brains would not be part of the bargain. “Of course they’re not part of the bargain,” he riposted. “Who in their right mind would want to have the brain of a Pennsylvanian?” At which point the rest of the people in the room were stymied. “Idahonians, on the other hand,” he began, but at that point the Falutins and I went back to analyzing our summer vacation plans. The last thing I heard from the Mite was something to the effect that Massachusettsian brains would be used as loss leaders....