No pie in the sky for me anymore, genem1..I'd be satisfied with a buck. But, then, of course, satisfaction is more a function of time and place and I'm sure once we get to a dollar, greed will be a factor, for sure..lol

Lumenge, I can relate to that; to your first drunk. I was 14. It was the Yuletide season and I had a flask of "Big Dipper" rum with a few shots of my buddies Newfie Screech. My friend had decided I had had enough to drink and time to walk (carry somewhat) me home. Halfway there, he said I have to go into the "snack-bar " for a few minutes so he sat me down by the side of an old barn. "I'll be right back," he said. Next thing I remember I was halfway up the hill to where I lived, lying down in a snow bank...next recollection, (everything else is blank), I can remember I was in my bed hanging onto the two edges as it spun out of control like one of those saucer type cars in the fairground. Never took a drink of rum after that. Tried, but it still turns my stomach every time so i can't get it down....ha,ha.

Sorry for the digression from the main topic but memories got the better of me....feel free to erase, anyone.