I still don't know. I am just back from a whirlwind tour of Portland courtesy of Captain Morse. Thanks to him, I have a car and probably a home to move into. For the record, he is a safe driver (although he speeds up when unsuspecting kitties and old ladies get in his path), a background kibbitzer when you are trying to make intelligent ("Yes, I am unemployed and have five cats...your ideal tenant")conversation with prospective landlords, and a good, patient man - I tend to babble barely coherently when nervous. Many times, the old curmudgeon glazed over with an impish grin - the only indication that I was making no sense. If I need to make an appearance to sign a lease, I will try to coordinate it with the chanty sing...but I still don't know.