Ouch! Peter,I don't mind the dagger,but do you have to twist it when you yank it out?

Yeah,Al and I did a stint at the Betty Ford clinic together.He was a Doctor and a humanitarian,I needed prescription drugs and someone to hang with.And Mother Teresa,or "Mama T" as we called her...let's just say she had a bit of a wild streak.Nobody hears about the little Italian heart-breaker in the mini-skirt and white go-go boots who busted her behind to make a living on Division Street anymore.Now she's a candidate for Sainthood.Guess you never can tell.

But why dredge this stuff up? Nobody's interested in me and my Humanitarian past anymore than they'd be interested to hear about you and the one-armed podiatrist from Avenel,New Jersey, and the long weekend at the Seville Hotel in Niagara Falls with all the rubber clothing.Water under the bridge,says I.