If you get to Zweibrücken, say hello to the Heinz family for me and chuck a penny in the Rosengarten pond (just don't get caught... them their Krouts is pretty down on that there eh?). Oh, yeah, the bakery that Carl Heinz started? My old man and him made a lot of coin. My old man would buy flour and contract him to bake a thousand loaves of bread. He'd make 1100 loaves for the PX and they would split the profit on 100 he sold in his bakery. Speaking of, ahhh, errrr, crafty, my old man's scam on buying Mercs to be shipped to Montreal was fuckin brilliant. He was invited to and given a personal tour of the factory. Elvis bought Mercs from him (no scam there; my old man got cut rates)... even had him and Mum over for supper once. He was well trained as an intelligence and subvert warfare officer. Maybe that's why I am so fucked up? >;-)