You guys in the Eastman House crowd--you guys sure do know how to rough it. I figure some of you guys are probably somewhere near my Dad's age, and can't REALLY know how to "hang it up", about like my Pop who can't get away from it either. My Dad is an insurance man by profession, and a top notch one. He always cared about the customer first and the claim adjusters after the fire, and a golfer by recreation. As much as I've tried to be a chip off the old block, the idea of being out on the golf course and hanging around the pro shop for recreation makes me think about more pleasurable things, like hanging around the dentist office, waiting for my turn. If I lived in Rochester, I'd have probably spent the greater part of my life hanging around the place up there. More power to you guys. And believe me, being on the golf course is more work than chopping a pickup load of firewood. (I'd rather do that, too). :munch: