In Illinois, when I was a kid, it'd get so cold that exhibitionists would go up to people and describe themselves.

Seems we've turned my serious question to Rick and others about equestrian genetalia being used as hockey equipment into a treatice on feces. That's terribly sad. But I now have a much better appreciation for the fine points of horse stuff (probably called mare merde in Montreal). Thnks to you all. But how can you intimate that writers (Mr. Mowat or even here at Mudcat) might be less than completely truthful! That's absurd.

"If it's in a/the book, it's always true." (Jerry Falwell)

Love,

Art