Legal DisClammar     Disclammer and Excuse Thang: Eye's well aware of the fact that my grammar and spellin ain't up to snuff in some quarters. Dimes and nickles, too. That's one of the great thangs about the inner net. To hail with those stuffy editor types who's own eraser dust don't stink. Some words I Miss Pell accidentally in order to get my 2 cents worth expressed before I fergit em and some of em I mess up on porpoise to add a personal signature and/or dimension to my intellgent litter-airy meanderings. The crappy grammar thang is fun to do and if it ain't fun for me to do, I'll lose interest before I get out of the starting gate. The right way is a dime a dozen. Mine's the discount way and I think will connect with more human beans in the stream of thangs. We all have that inner voice that speaks to us and guides us through the foggy maze of every day life whether it's discovering a big secret beer vault under the great pyramids or just trine to get your cigar lit without torching your mustache in the alley breeze. My inner voice happens to sound like a character from Mayberry. Me...Ugh....ugh.. .Oh, I have other personalities who assist me from time to dime but my main one is the city hillbilly with a chicken wing and a prayer on the floorboard. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and can get by it the best way you can. Like that old sayin goes, Ain't nuthin fer sure in this life but death and Texas. Well, I'm gonna write as fast as I can before this old pc dies and try to make enough moolah to get a new drive shaft for my truck so I can head to Texas and the Broken Spoke Saloon for their famous chicken fried steak.