Fer sure, Amos! Let me dig my high-heeled black leather boots out of the closet . . . What say we use Dave's first verse as the chorus for his song? Oh, have you seen the cat-o-nine-tails lately? I let Spaw borrow it over the weekend and I can't find it anywhere. He said something about going after some mousse eater as he walked off slapping it against his thigh and smiling . . .-- Áine