My mom lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico. I would love to tell you about my final escape, via e-mail. It has to do with my parents, it's a fucked up story. My mom is doing great, she loves life and sells high-end realestate. That's so funny you mentioned cleaning the kitchen, because that's one thing she remembered vividly, you rushing up and doing the dishes. I explained to her that compared to what we had been doing all day at the building, cleaning a kitchen actually seemed fun......Sick, we were. Sick, straight made us....I'm better now, though. Thank somebody. I'm waiting for your e-mail. :eek: