>Jail? Me? You know me, the essence of Lamont Cranston himself. Besides, jail in a foreign country is not someplace you want to be as an American.
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>I refuse to say, for reasons you understand, exactly where I am. Suffice it to say, it's a piano bar. Interestingly, the piano player (an ordinary looking chap who bore a slight resemblance to Dooley Wilson in "Casablanca"), now looks like a reptilian incarnation of Billy Preston complete with a huge Afro.*g*

OK, where'd Craig go? I'm gonna follow him running away screaming! < bg >