Hi Folks: It is 6:44 AM by my computer clock and it wouldn't lie. It was made in Hong Kong or so I think. Looking back on my life and Christmas morning for my five children I can't help but believe that American instructions are better than most. At least I don't remember having too much trouble with the instructions of old. The Mama Lady says my memory has dimmed. Of course I don't believe any of that nonsense. She is trying to blame the shortcomings of some Chinaman on me. I have a divorced daughter who has one son, Adam Viner and he like every other 2-1/2 year old in the United States has toys for Christmas. I don't have a problem with that. As a matter of fact I think it is wondermous but no grandfather at my age should be called upon to assemble a Chinese table and chairs. I was though, and that is what I was doing up at whatever time my Hong Kong clock said it was. Now comes the problem. This danged Leggo table and chairs that I had to assemble were made in China. It is a wondermous set and there is no denying it. Everything was in the box down to the very last screw. Workmanship was something to bragged upon for the next 365 days and that's the truth of it. Folks I just have to tell you right here and now though that Chinamen don't know how to write instructions. I don't want to talk about anything to the contrary. They don't know how to write instructions and that is the whole story lock, stock and barrell. That danged table, chairs, screws, nuts, bolts and braces and cross braces, paint and instructions were made and boxed somewhere along a great big wall right there in China where not a single soul knows how to write instructions and even if they did, they have formed a great big conspiracy against the Covey household and they can't wiggle thereselves out of it no matter how hard they try. Anyway, I was pretty pleased with myself until The Mama Lady prissed herself in and wanted to know why two of the legs were sticking straight up, one straight down and the other one sideways. I told her that all Chinaman chairs were made that way and then she smart-mouthed me right there in the middle of the mess I had made. It was at this point that I decided not to let her see the table. Sometimes I don't know how that Mama Lady and I managed to raise five children. I guess it is because I am smarter than she is and I'm smart enough not to tell her that. Merry Christmas to you all and if you see any instructions, any instructions for anything, just send them along. The table won't stand up neither. Bill Covey Author of Watson Is Where It Wuz http://home.att.net/~billcovey/index.html