Thanks! It was a bit off topic, but your comment on the roman breastplate hit home. Good times. Dad was real practical. He would make comments, "Oh, keep reading, when they open the Mythology factory, you will be a shoe in." Then he would enable the heck out of me with the toys. I celebrate talk like a pirate day at work, well because I am weird. I do raffles to support a local no-kill shelter. One year, a friend came in with a paper tube saying she had a pirate bazooka. She left it in my office. She had no idea of my upbringing, so I made it a pirate cannon. Cardboard, paper mache and paint. It was a raffle item. Learned a few things, one at 6:00 a.m., this in the back of your pick up will elicit stares and a complete lack of tailgating. And when you tell security you are bringing in a toy cannon, better explanations are needed. A grandmother at work won it and later told me the problem was each grandkid wanted to take it home.