I used to be a garbage man. Everywhere I would go people would ask me to take out their trash. I would of course go through it before discarding it, looking for things to furnish my house with, good letters, and what not. But now, even though its been years since I have held that job, my wife still asks me to take the trash out. Dump trashy man, Dump. I work with the mentally ill now, and every time I go to a party, people want me to give them a diagnosis. My response is always the same. I am just as crazy as the next guy. But at times when it's most important, I hide it. jC (this would not be one of those times)