I used to run 880s in track...but I can honestly say I NEVER liked it. I used to run, bike and swim (masters swim at the YMCA). Now, I walk and will get back on the bike if the warm weather ever gets here...and I have taken up a new membership at the Y to go back to swimming and I am looking into Yoga again. I'm a bit scared of going back to biking and swimming as my hip took major hits when I had radiation therapy for cancer there....it just doesn't bend as much as it used to and I am severely bummed that a 6 month course of chemo and another 9 month course of chemo and being slammed into surgical menopause to control cancer at age 38 means I have now been diagnosed with osteoporosis....and I'm only 48. I'm ticked and not happy. That's with being on fosomax for 10 years and taking calcium AND I drink at least 18-24 oz. of milk a day.... I'm not looking forward to digging in my clay soil when I can finally get into the garden again. Now the snow is gone, but it is too wet to work.

Feegle, Yes, a sport is a mutation, but it doesn't necessarily breed true. Sports occur because AVs have somewhat unstable genes. You must remember, all AV species are single purple pansies; *everything* came from that. So sometimes the DNA doesn't split quite the way it should, or whatever, and you get a sport. Sometimes it's actually a reversion to a parent or ancestor, sometimes it's something new. If it breeds true over three generations, you have a new variety. Korina 'I don't wanna explode!' -Jayne, the Hero of Canton

hey paul .. as usual great pix.. and premise ... my opinion.. for what its worth ... captain adventure.. is EXACTLY like moonlight. .. which the library says.. "the first sport out of 'Gold Standard' was found by Pauline Banyai and registered in 1977" ... which makes me wonder ... how many of the named sports are actually unique NEW sports ... this whole sport thing.. on some level.. really ruined the whole collecting experience .. when i first started in the mid 90's.. there were something like 1600 odd hosta.. and i was going to get them all [DINK's ] .. by the time i got to 1600.. there were 3700 named hosta.. then i had kids. and that whole dream was ruined .. lol ... i still feel.. just because one finds it.. captures it.. etc.. doesnt mean its unique.. and needs to be named and registered .. at least until it is grown to maturity.. and proved to be something unique.. as the nomenclature rules require ... we have so many look alike.. and most likely EXACTLY the same hosta.. that it really bothers me... and dont get me started on TC labs.. naming every piece of junk they find in a TC batch.. so they can then market all the off-type carp.. that should have been throw away as not on-type ... ken Here is a link that might be useful: moonlight at library

Oh Crikey, here we go again Sports  BAD. Competition  BAD. Humans in Texas, living naked in and under trees, having minus 3.2 children per pregnancy, foraging barefoot for dandelion leaves, sea oats, muscadine grapes and mayhaws, alligator eggs, and Africanized bees honey  good, yea, PRICELESS. Forget playing bridge. Forget "playing" anything. Jeez, we wouldnÂt want anyone to go so far out of line to suggest a game of Wildflower and Native Grasses Monopoly, would we? The heresy! "Do not pass pee in wetlands, do not collect unfallen pecans." The sentence for sneaking so insidious a reward as Drip Line or Root Zone of the Month? Twelve months exposure to mosquitoes - NO mud packs, NO grass skirts! The Thousand-Hour Reign of the Tejasexican Tree Tyrants would peak its power at its erasure of all vestiges of what used to be called Homeowners Associations. This would occur by spontaneous and simultaneous universal enlightenment of The Moral Code. All peoples would recognize and voluntarily, without exception, avoid trespassing in the forbidden territories and edifices of the Sprawlurban Reliclands, where the Unwise Ancients once practiced all manner of evil - including beisbol, futbol, and plant swaps - on BERMUDA GRASS! Every stray stem and stolon of Demon Augustine would be stripped out of Mother Earth and sacrificed on the Great Compost Pile of Penitence. Inevitably, inexorably, extinction of The Proud Race would occur. But of course, not because of any competition with or by any other species. The next re-writers of history would likely return to the Reliclands, collect and smoke crushed oak acorns in re-utilized sprinkler-pipes, kick baseballs and slobber all over soccer balls before throwing them, and pen the epitaph of the TTTs thus: "They had so many Strayhorns stuck in so many of the wrong places, they couldnÂt even think, let alone think clearly. Alas! In the end, they fared no better than the Bush Tribes." "Courage," ye Kinky whoÂd Rather be saved by the Bell. ------------------------------------------------------ Rant on, PJ! You might enjoy the article at the link as much as I did. Sally, I go largely with what you say. I think the problem is deeper than sports. It stems from a per capita coarsening of culture that results from excessive emphasis on leisure and "self-fulfillment" over kind, liberal and mutually beneficial other-interestedness, including the art of compromise. Basically, itÂs a reflection of (I dread) a possibly irreversible degradation of a societyÂs educational support system, where ignorance is celebrated, passion alone is the measure of credibility, and willful ignorance (blindly hateful bigotry, by any other name) is idolized as the ultimate "integrity." IÂm Rap, and IÂm one tough environmentalist grandpa. Here is a link that might be useful: Daily Mail - One Tough Grandpa