Duckboots and I have it all planned. I will attempt to get a ridiculously high paying job playing in the millenium at the Scarborough Civic Centre. Duckboots will hang around for three hours and collect my cheque.

If that doesn't come about we will sit in our back yard and see if the dire predictions from the National Enquirer, Jack Van Impe (and his plasticized partner, Drexella) or the Church of the Solar Plexus come true.

If all else fails we are willing to travel to Ohio and watch Catspaw evacuate his bowels and wind his watch. We desperately hope it doesn't come to this.

Rick and Duckboots (doing Mudcat together at the moment. Ain't that nice)