like a pilgrim before some font or shrine at the end of the day i stare as i do dishes floating away in this particular valley i cannot see how cleaning up coffee came to fall to me nor why taking out the garbage numbers among my reasons to be i am but a man but i plainly see the wonder of cars steel ants scuttling from here to far maybe their critics forget the pain of an undersprung trap and the requirements of horsey feed the wet of bikes the ease of grease David Ritchie, Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html