John, let's just declare a truce and stop talking about politics. I sent a flurry of angry messages to you last night, you sent a flurry back, and I sent another flurry half an hour ago. It makes me feel rotten. I am apparently getting too old for flame wars because they leave me depressed. I do think you're one of the good guys, as I said, and I enjoyed talking to you on the phone earlier this summer. I'm sure we'll be fine if we just agree to stay 5000 miles away from political discussions <g>. Deal?