That's very kind, Kevin.
But it ain't over until the fat lady sings. The fat lady is of course the somnolescent, lardaceous lumpen blob of VFP users who didn't, couldn't, or wouldn't obey. ;-) Sure we can hear the hints of a first trembling soprano shrill, but until she launches into the required deafening shriek of farewell, the opera isn't finished.
I thought I'd try to mimic your latest lost buddy in the above, but I couldn't find a place to put a shrimp buffet. ;-)
"... They ne'er cared for us
yet: suffer us to famish, and their store-houses
crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to
support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act
established against the rich, and provide more
piercing statutes daily, to chain up and restrain
the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and
there's all the love they bear us."
-- Shakespeare: Coriolanus, Act 1, scene 1
