Thanks for the responses that you read me, it is nice to be here again, have been too busy all summer to write. I just wanted to send a poem I found in an old book, I thought it was nice, hope you all like it: It had no title, it just says "With the poet we know that: They loved, but the story we cannot unfold; They scorned, but the heart of the haughty is cold; They grieved, but no wail from their slumbers will come; They joyed, but the tongue of thier gladness is dumb; And we that are left may remember that We are the same as our fathers have been We see the same sights our fathers have seen; We drink the same stream, we view the same sun; And shall run the same course our fathers have run, Leaving others perchance to note the incidents in our lives and record the work of our hands. We are the "others" guys! Mary