Slim, I had a dream about you last night.
I and a sizable group of other fellars were helping you do odd jobs around your farm.
My main job was cutting 15 1/2" of stout pipe with a pipe cutter. You made a point of reminding me of the necessary measurements a couple of times. I was having trouble getting it measured properly as the tape measure kept shifting. So somebody else took over and I was put to work digging out the foundation under your front stoop to be reworked and filled in again more solidly.
I must have done a good job, because a girl came up to me and gave me a nice, long hug. I recall feeling a bit embarrassed by the attention.
Dang!, I woke up after that.
RCJ