Scottie: Stop me if I've told you any of this before.... (This story always makes me feel like the Ancient Mariner.... Opps, I didn't mean to mention Bowmore...) As an undergraduate, I shared an alcoholic evening with H. M. R. D..... His majesty drank (at the expense of the university in which I was enrolled).... I didn't.... The evening ended with those of us who closed the bar pretending to be the Mills Brothers.... VERY SCAREY! R. D. arose much earlier than I the following morning. He made an appearance at an undergraduate reception for students in the Psychology Department. (My attendance was far from compulsory, since I'd longsince taken the High Road to study history.... ) It was quite an appearance..... Laing asked them to play "Sweet Georgia Brown" over the sound system in the lecture hall.... He walked to the front of the room, and mooned the assembled throng. EVEN SCARIER!!!! I'm about 200 miles from my beloved Oxford Collected Burns, but I'm going to spend several hours this weekend (once I've bridged that gap) seeking lowland Scottish references to 'tears', so that I can show you on Monday morning (when I return) that real men often DO cry--even though the same guys also sometimes wear those silly tartan dresses. (De-alcoholized) Cheers, Paul PS--I've typed a similarly de-alcoholized salutation to my good buddy Tim.... on this very list.... I'm beginning to wonder whether the entire bananafishbowl is TT.... Say it isn't so, Rick! (Will? Thor? Somebody?....)