Alright, alright. I'm clearly in the minority this time. That's okay once in a while.
I still have the fears of an Indian woman I met at a party. She's over here on a visa while her husband learned American techniques for hand surgery and she was worried about being a foreigner among the newly militaristic Americans. I can only imagine what visiting Musilims must feel like in NYC. <shudder> Military types don't ease my mind. They always remind me of the dopey jocks in high school who never had an original thought and completely followed the herd. Nerds don't easily cotton to that stuff no matter what the circumstance. (Would an fighter pilor even understand that sentence?! I guess Chuck Yeager would.) Okay, if I think of Yeager doing the fly-overs it works for me. Cool. Thanks ladies, for helping through. Jim PS, Could this dislike have anything to do with the fact that the track coach was the first person to give me a "D"? I will never forget 9th grade mechanical drawing. Too many erasures. (Like I'm supposed to be perfect?! I love my computer. I can revise and revise and revise and revise, just like in the darkroom. Did Eugene Smith make his first print perfectly? He did NOT! Ol' Gene took a bottle of Scotch with him into the darkroom and stayed up all night.) PPSS, Does anyone remember the subtitle to the Stanley Kubrick movie "Doctor Strangelove"? As I recall it was: "How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb." Just had to sneak that in. From: L in MD [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]] Not that I would ever buy such a thing, but this pretty much says it for me: http://www.herogearstore.com/cool_license_plate_frame.htm
