Pardon me for being a thread creep, but the title of this thread called to mind the story of the woman walking on the beach with her grandson. A huge wave came up and swept the little fellow out to sea. The woman, horrified, fell to her knees and pleaded desperately with God to spare the boy's life. Sure enough, her prayer was answered and the next big wave plopped him back next to her on the sand. She looked at the boy for a long time. Then she lifted her still-wet eyes up to heaven and cried, "Hey! He had a hat!"

Sorry, I won't do it again.

Aloha,
Mark Cohen