If I weren't a happily married man, and also more than twice her age, I think I might just hop onto the next jet heading towards Sydney, and propose to Camille before some unworthy Aussie snaps her up....... Let not between the marriage of true minds admit impediment. ....although I'm sure that there's a long line of bananafish who feel exactly the same way that I do..... Cheers, Paul OSO--JDS (if he and/or Ober will forgive me for quoting him) in Esquire magazine, 1945: "I am a dash man and not a miler, and it is probable that I will never write a novel."........ THANK GOD he wrote novels, and not prophesies (and, as a runner, is it appropriate for me to object to his comparison? Novels are certainly MARATHONS..... Short stories might be miles, er, 1500 metre races....... Dashes don't go any further than the nearest haiku....)