up in the AM and go to the computer hoping for news from one of my two penny stock giants. Finding none I grab my cup of coffee and sit down in the easy chair to begin another day of spittin' and whittlin'. What do you mean you go to work? How old mutual is that? Well, maybe someday you'll be able to spit and whittle with the rest of old, retired folks. Til then, stay the course; lean into the wind a little longer. You know, all those old trite sayings I used to roll my eyes about. Wishing you all a great day at work. Think I'll go putt for awhile-trying to get down to a 9, er I mean a 19.