G... yes. Back in June, 2005, I entered post surgery on a Friday afternoon. My buddy and his son came to visit me Sat eve. Upon entering the ward, a nurse saw my buddy looking around and asked to help. They were told that no Gary Owens was in their care, after looking on their records. His son told her the room number (I had phoned and talk to the lad Sat afternoon) and she came to my room and asked me my name and then checked my ID bracelet. They found my chart Sun morning, after the doc requested it "stat"! He was nearly late for church.

Peace... that ain't all they do.

Mick... in that case, I'll bring my Hran with me and keep up practice.

Kat... if I can make just one person laugh...

Ernest... I will go back to Zweibrücken one day. Maybe we can meet at a Ghast House (spg? my German ain't what it used to be - of course, I was 3 yrs old).

Mary... nope. And, thanks.

Art... Wha?

Beer... ice fishing? Not me. I can't sit in a boat all day and drink, er, fish.

And, to all those who have PM'd and emailed, thanks. I will answer all of them in due time.