Thankee much, and there are about 625 more photos where it came from, and I'm not exaggerating that number. These include shots of me on the john (a staged photo, but still a good 'un), the jungle room at Graceland (Elvis is rumored to be buried somewhere in the three-foot-thick shag carpeting), and a highway sign for the town of Climax, MI. Yelled I as we drove by: "Hey, Climax, we're coming!"