When I first started my own business as a luthier my wife was trying to convince me to get a computer. Now, I was very happy working in much the same way as luthiers did two hundred years ago so I was resistant. But finally, playing the angle that it was crucial for my son's education, she convinced me. So we get the infernal machine and set it up. My wife tells me it'll be good for business-I can use it to find all kinds of luthier related stuff. Ok, so she tries to teach me to do a search. Now you gotta know I'm like Homer Simpson where his monitor says "press any key to escape" and he cries out "Where's the any key- I don't see the any key!". Finally, I get the idea and she leaves me alone. I figured I could find some more sources for ebony-always a useful wood in my profession. So I do a search for ebony.Within a few seconds I was looking at a picture of Ebony. I call my wife back in the room and ask her if this was why the computer was so useful. Of course the monitor displayed a young woman of African-American extraction, completely naked and in a somewhat less than modest pose. Her name was Ebony. Years later I told my friend John Dewitt this story and the next day he calls me and claims he can't find her. I'm sure she's out there somewhere I told him wistfully.