I guess it runs in the family. My dad can't tell this story without laughing: My father was born and lived in eastern Europe. In a jewish school in Turkey, the rabbi would often fall asleep right after lunch, with his head on the table, beard flowing out over his arms. I guess with the kids doing lessons, he figured he could spare the time........

Any way, my dad said that one day they glued the rabbi's beard to the table. My response was that the rabbi woke up and exclaimed, "It won't be long now........"

Margarita