Life is a game, the object of which is to discover the object of the game. -- Sanders' Rumination

aok's brought a tear to my eye. for me too. I do that so often with my baby. many, many times a day.

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

I checked the Kelly Blue Book value on my car and it asked whether the tank was full or empty!