Kat, I should have elaborated. He is the son of a friend. She is a great lady, kind in every way, and most helpful to me when I was ill. He lives a block away & needs transportation to physical therapy. I volunteered.I can continue driving him with no problem, despite the fact it takes me a while to get back to normal. Now he's here for afternoon visits and emails me constantly. If I don't answer the emails,he calls. Nothing romantic here! He's 20 yrs.my jr. If my car is in the driveway he knows I'm here. This fellow hasn"t got a smile line. Kendall,as you said, everything is disected and then I'm told why what I just laughed at-isn't funny. I wanted a friend,instead I've aquired a humorless bag of bones.Some of you suggested I might teach him how to acquire humor. How does one do that? Spaw, I would have given you an A in logic.