I can remember only one thing you gave up on fixing, Kendall. Remember that old car of mine? You listened, poked and prodded a bit, and allowed as to how it was hopeless. What the heck, it was, as you observed, "rusted out to the windshield," anyway. I found someone even dumber than I am to buy it from me. I ought to be jailed for that.

Sandy (as good with cars as I am with computers!)