Near wits end was I when this morning Daddy was sitting at my breakfast table -- OK, my only table -- paging through a copy of a 1967 Sears Catalog, looking at tools and drinking a cup of black Folger's coffee. "How can you drink that shit?" I demanded. "What? Coffeee?" ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html