Well, danged, Ebbie. I knew I had made the right choice. You *are* up to the task at hand. This foresting debate has a middle ground somewhere. Just be sure that when you invite the folks from the timber industry to have at exactly the same number of environmentalists. And when Ya get 'em together, lock the door behind you and tell 'em that the joint is surrounded by the National Guard (even though we know it ain't, wink, wink) and then tell 'em that no one leaves until everyone feels all warm and fuzzy. Then, after they have come up with a sensible policy get 'em to hug each other, and exchange phone numbers and promise to get together over some BBQ and cold beer. No, tell 'em that when they finish, there's gonna be a big ol' fashoion BBQ with a few kegs of beer. Yaeh, that'll keep 'em workin'....

Hey, ol' Prez. been so busy that he forgot the danged Dept of Energy. Danged! How could this happen. Well, I'll have to take the blame. I kinda like Big Mick, myself. Yeah, I know he gets a bit roudy, but, heck so do I. And it's take someone like Mick to take on these oilmen who think the only way to generate energy is burning stiff up.

Hey, reminds me of Junior. He's either blowin' duff up or burnin' stuff up. Think tghe ols boy has some kind of pyrofixation. Heck, I don't know. I ain't no head doc...

Amos: You're doing fine. If ya' get nervous, just breath into the paper bag for a minute and you'll be fine...

Bobert