Well, well, well...as a Florida songwriter who has spent endless hours pulling out lyrics about Manatees, Sand Hill Cranes, Panthers, Bears, and Red Shouldered Hawks I must say that I am awed and inspired to trudge on. I am working on training our St. John's River sea cows to drive specially modified power boats strait over the flabby backsides of our Duval County water rednecks. Works best immediately after they fall stone-drunk off their jet fuel powered skidoos. See what it takes to pull me out of a months long lurk? You guys are good! Spaw -- go outside now and build a snow-manatee for the neighbors. You'll piss off the possums sure.

--pg