Hi Rick,

It's Czech, actually. My dad is a Czech, from Prague. That's how I got the name "Coventry"...his name was "Yrtnevoc", and I just turned it around backwards!

And if ye believe that, Ah've got a bridge tae sell ye. It's in a wee toon hereaboots, name of Coldwater, and it's a braw bridge if everrr ye did see ain. I'll sell it for a date wi' Winona Ryder, if ye can arrrange it. If not, then to the divil wi' ye!

Rick, Ah must nooo...what is yer objection to mah puttin' a picture wi' a kilt on Mudcat? It would be tasteful, after all...Ah can assure ye on that, Laddy.

By the way, we have a town named Coldwater and a town named Beeton in the general area, and there's a couple of rather puerile jokes that have gone around here for years about..."Dick Hertz...from Beeton....and Dick Shrivels from Coldwater". Just a bit of topical Canadiana for the Mudcatters.

Oh, and here's another joke.

A woman dies in a traffic accident and goes to heaven. Meets Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates. He greets her and says, "To get into Heaven you have to perform a simple literacy test...you have to spell a word correctly."

"What's the word?" says she. "The word is love," he replies. "L-O-V-E," she says. "You're in," says Saint Peter. "Say," he continues, "could you handle the gate for just a minute, I have to visit the Little Saint's Room."

"Okay," says the woman, happy that she's made it to heaven. Not 30 seconds later her husband shows up at the gate. "What are you doing here?" she gasps. "I got word that you'd been killed on the highway, and I was so upset that I shot myself," he says. "Is this heaven?"

"Yes, it is," she says, "but you can't get in until you spell a word first."

"What's the word," says he.

"Czechoslovakia."