Last night I was straightening out my garage. Against the wall under an ice
chest was a tool box my dad gave me before he died from Leukemia. I walked
over and took a look at the tools dad had kept in that old beat up box. He
was *no* handyman - bought the little gadgets when he though he might be
able to use them - and that was about all there was to it. I've still got
them - still in that four tiered tool box. Then you wrote this.

Thanks Tom.

Jim