I didn't think I was being kind, Little Hawk. I like to call them as I see them. Sometimes you like my calls, sometimes you don't.

Of course, I'm subject to severe mood swings, just like the rest of you. What I see depends on how much oxygen is getting to my eyeballs and my frame of mind.

Sometimes I feel like my mind frame is double studded and filled with 20 inches of fiberglass insulation. Not much fresh air gets through from the outside. A wonderful concert, like Rick's on Friday night, can punch a hole through those walls. A late night telephone talk with my mudSaint can put a new window in the hole in the wall and let the sunshine in. It can leave me feeling like I'm dancing in my sleep, if you know what I mean. I still call them like I see them, but sometimes I see them in a new light.