Yumpin' Yiminee! I do believe the cavalry has arrived. Reinforcements, as it were. The Prodigal, so to speak. I think I'll just call him Modest Mark for the time being. As fer as I am concerned, though, you can pound yer chest as much as ya like, long as it adds some content hereto. Welcome home, son. Sorry to hear you are back in the "hole". If ever there was a place that required some driving skills, you have certainly found it, brother. My once and only experience in Bean Town was as a passenger in a car driven by a fella that had no bidness behind the wheel. At one point, as we made contact with the curb while dodging a dump truck, he even managed to force an expletive out of a hard core Pentacostal passenger. That's bad.

I reckon, Mark, that I'll be up that way in a couple of months. I have two goals for that trip: 1)Don't get in a wreck, 2)Meet up with Mark and Joe for some pie and coffee. Both worthy, in my opinion. Dates aren't even set, yet, but I will advise you when I have the info.

Be happy and careful