Whew, Mick, you write as if it is all over, but it ain't over till its over, to launch a cliche (judging by the eyewitness testimony reported here, you ought to be able to persuade some young lady to help you further this admirable project)!! I speak not as a mocker, but as perhaps a fellow hoper for future triumph over previous experience!

Your thoughts are admirable; but life is perverse enough that if you did get a son, he would probably want to be a Green Bay Packer. ("Shit, I had one of those goddam sensitive fathers, you know the music playing, cooking types, always helping others, what a dope, makes you want to puke, pass me my rifle"). Most parents' dreams for their children seem to me to run up against the little bastards' perverse habit of having their own personalities. yours, Peter T.