Hey all, I finally got to meet fellow zoomie Jon P., along with his beautiful wife and daughter (and friggin' dinosaur-sized dog). They were gracious enough to allow me into their home in San Antonio for brats and beers, and I had a wonderful time (his daughter even drew a chalk greeting card on the patio, which chokes me up just thinking about it). We got to trade war stories, and Jon played just enough of his "totally unmixed" big band stuff to convince me to quit bass playing altogether. He SMOKES, and for a guy who (allegedly) has been playing upright only three years, he's insane. You taxpayers are definitely getting your money's worth outta this guy. Thanks to you and yours for taking me in, Jon. Folks like the Pacman Clan are what it's all about.