I have been away from my computer in the evening, because I am staying down at my daughter's house at night. Her husband is staying in a whorehouse in Nevada. Should I explain that? Maybe I should. He works for a crop dusting outfit that is re-seeding the hills in Nevada that were burnt from last years wildfires. They are so far out from civilization that they have to take whatever lodging is available. There is this trailer park there with a trailer that has 7 doors on the outside that lead to bedrooms . Each bedroom has a small bathroom. They asked the lady if it was a trailer used to house deer hunters, she says, " No, it used to be a WHOREHOUSE" how utterly funny,( for me maybe, I don't know about the guys.) There is no television, no phone or radio signal, no stores, no washing machines, no place to eat except a deli that makes cold sandwiches for lunch and dinner. He came home this weekend for food, television, and more underwear and socks. Should be done over there by the end of this month. A WHOREHOUSE, I am still laughing.