Geeze Don, here we are doing a "tag team" again. I well remember him. When I was a kritter, and I was once, My American grandmother used to take me to the summer revival tent shows in Portland, Oregon. Her favorite was called "The Wings Of Healing." It had everything ... hands on healing ... speaking in tongues ... a cast of a thousand!

I well remember when he placed his hands on a "blind" man, prayed to the lord jesus christ, and lo and behold ... this man could see. Another man could hear (glory hallejuah ... amen brother).

My dissapoinment came when I wandered backstage, looking for a place to pee, and I saw the "blind" man and the "deaf" man laughing and enjoying a bottle of whiskey. (a very true story).

Oh well, we all have to do something to make a living. CHEERS, your friend, Bob