Dear Jan: It's a bit like the story of the kid who came downstairs on
Christmas morning to find nothng but piles & piles of horse manure.
Later, when his mother came down the stairs and was apppaled to see her
son happilly shoveling it outside, she moaned, "How can you be so
happy?" And her son beamed back at her, "With all this horses**t-
there's just gotta be a pony!!!!"
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"Hang tough........no way through it but to do it."
Chris-in-the-Morning (Northern Exposure)
