WOW, memory lane! Thanks everybody. I've enjoyed all of you. As a coal miner's daughter, we didn't have a lot but we loved to do for people and share. I remember meeting a little girl who lost her mom to cancer. I must have been six years old. I took one of my barretts and gave it to her for Christmas. We didn't think of it as something old or used, it was ours and we gave something from self. It meant something special to this giver. To have been given someone's possession has a tremendous impact. Whatchat think?