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In a message dated 97-05-18 23:47:59 EDT, you write: << Okay...I'll confess if you promise not to remind my husband. >> Gee, Barb, what's your husband's email address? I'm sure he'd love to know this one! Your story reminds me of a poem I wrote years ago in which I referred to going to the local plant nursery where the guy with pimples and lazy speech habits "knew" his hydrangeas. It's hard not to be an age-ist when they look and sound and slouch so young! But I seem to remember that I actually did know a thing or two several decades ago when I looked and sounded and slouched that way, too. Deanne Charlton [log in to unmask]