I don't think we've met Felpa. I don't get around much. I do treasure the memory of my first college roommate, an alcoholic evangelical, (Not alcoholic as in in recovery. Alcoholic as in comes in drunk and eats all the angel food cake Cousin Kitty gave me.) moved out because she couldn't stand "Spencer The Rover is Alive and Well and Living in Ithica New York". Which I loved, even before she movedo out.