I second Bobbie's question: What are Nuts and Bolts? Must be a Canadian thing? Okay, so **** for all four of you: Annette, Bobbie, Ginny, and Nancy! The Capone connection was that his armored car had been confiscated and it was used to take FDR from the White House to the Capitol for his speech. I will link the entire article on which the show I watched was based. It really is a fun story. I always like learning more about FDR since one could barely mention his name in our house. My grandparents didn't like him at all, nor did my parents. My mother came around some as she got older and after she saw a PBS show on his life. The courage and strength it took for him to walk to the podium in the congress was extraordinary. I find his determination to accomplish that physical task amazing. As I said before, we were so very lucky to have someone like him to see us through the Depression and most of the war. Can't wait to hear about your party Nancy. Also, very cool that Hitler's Daimler is near you. They certainly had some magnificent cars back then. Anyway, here you are. Have a marvelous day. BTW, nothing wrong with Santa's workshop as an inspiration for decor! ;) Cynthia Here is a link that might be useful: Dec. 8, 1941

I got my first job when I was 14 working at Dairy Queen. My parents had a Dodge Coronet they bought new in 1968 when I was 2. When I was 10, they parked it next to the garage and there it sat for 4 years. I was on the swing set, looking at the car, thinking I would need a car pretty soon. This was in 1980. I strolled over to my dad who was working in the yard, and started peppering him with questions. Will it run? What needs to be fixed? How much will it cost? After he answered, I told him I was going to get a job, and then we could fix it. He laughed and said ok. I went and begged for a job. I got it and saved every dime I made. By the end of summer, I had 10 $100 bills. I took it to my dad and asked if we could start working on the car. We did. It was ready to go in a year. To this day, I have never been without a job, sometimes two. And, yes, we still have the Dodge and it is still beautiful. And, yes, many kids today don't know the value of hard work or the value of money. Too many parents hand them whatever they want, whenever they want. Too many are spoiled and lazy. I made my daughters get their own jobs to pay for the things they wanted. Hard work never hurt anyone.

An elderly couple were celebrating their sixtieth anniversary. The couple had married as childhood sweethearts and had moved back to their old neighborhood after they retired. Holding hands they walked back to their old school. It was not locked, so they entered, and found the old desk they'd shared, where Andy had carved "I love you, Sally." On their way back home, a bag of money fell out of an armored car, practically landing at their feet. Sally quickly picked it up, but not sure what to do with it, they took it home. There, she counted the money - fifty-thousand dollars! Andy said, "We've got to give it back." Sally said, "Finders keepers." She put the money back in the bag and hid it in their attic. The next day, two FBI agents were canvassing the neighborhood looking for the money, and knocked on the door. "Pardon me, but did either of you find a bag that fell out of an armored car yesterday?" Sally said, "No." Andy said, "She's lying. She hid it up in the attic." Sally said, "Don't believe him, he's getting senile." The agents turn to Andy and began to question him. One says: "Tell us the story from the beginning." Andy said, "Well, when Sally and I were walking home from school yesterday..."

While I like a number of males ... ... I appreciate and enjoy getting my mail, as well. 70 miles north of here, east of Lake Huron, where they get unusually large amounts of rain and snow, many rural people install a tall metal post with a curve in the top about 6 or 8 feet behind the usual mailbox post location. The pipe from the curve, about 6 to 8 feet above the level of the road, ends above just where the usual mailbox would be and there's a chain hanging down, holding the mailbox at the usual location. When the wing of the snowplough, or the snow that it throws, hits that box ... it just flies around a bit then settles down in its former location (with a smile on its face?). Maybe less smiling face on the mailcarrier on a windy day, though. Hi jem, you dandy, Is the person that repairs the dent in that car that hit your armored-car's cousin mailbox, called a "dent-ist"? o j