(blushes again) Thank you, Skyrider.
 
	 
 
	Yep.  If it's "you" that got hurt, it is a big deal. "You," basically are all you've got.
 
 
	Yep again.  I've posted this before: I was so desperate and destroyed that I was prepared to crawl across broken glass to get back to TWI after ten years in the wilderness.  I got on the net to find their zip code.  The first result for TWI was - GreaseSpot Cafe!  I looked.  I was appalled, horrified.  And ultimately healed.
 
	My grovelly letter of apology for my imagined sins never got written.  I thank God for Saint Pawtucket and this place.