Stam,

I am light as the day of the lighter than air fair. Just because I went to college hardly makes me ooze academia. Haven't I mentioned that I'm a south county hillbilly (gives me redneck hillbilly rights) who rode bucking steers in the junior rodeo, worked in the woods bucking logs on the landing (illegally even then) at age 14-16, my step-dad's hired hand was named "Tex" who had a drinking and fist fighting habit and taught me to drive at 12, cuss, and some other things my folks weren't privy to, and one of my closest childhood neighbors was a convicted moonshiner named Irish Malamphy who formerly was a logger. But none of 'em taught me how to fish dammit! Had to figure that out myself. T'weren't all book larnin' Stamster. Call me when ya' need your chain saw sharpened . . . or want to go fishing - that would actually be better!

Always appreciative of the best,

Sg