I've clocked out.....thought I'd piddled....... "On 'brainstorming' for story ideas: Don't collect, masticate, and regurgitate. Create." - Cogito Awe Man! You're talking to the processed food generation! They'd starve to death on a farm trying to figure which end of the mule a harness goes on. Here's a hint.....It's the end that CAN'T shoot a 3-foot methane flame. Singed eyebrows and hair always identified the farm boy who shouldn't play with matches. Got my boot hung-up in an electric fence one time. Dove hunting in a friend's field. It was strung low and didn't know one was there. As I ran out to pick up doves the damn thing pulled me down and I thought a rattlesnake was biting me. Felt wire when I reached down......I mean I really felt it! Took about 5 seconds get untangled. Must have looked funny.....Flopping around on the ground like a headless chicken.