Matthew is my son, Ruttie. The whole family was at the Santa Cruz hospital visiting him at the same time last night. We couldn't all fit in the room, so he dragged his drippers on a pole out to the reception area where they had comfortable chairs and sofas. We sat around and talked for about three hours.....nice evening. He is now bugging the doctors to let him come home early. We did some planning for a big family trip to Death Valley over the Thanksgiving weekend.....some desert time, some Sierra Mountain time, some snow time, some gambling time, some dining time......... Nav's two youngest still did not know that they were going to Disneyland when they left here yesterday. Everytime I have a beer with Monty I get stopped at a sobriety check point....happened again last night in San Jose....it had been ten hours since the beer, but never the less, seems I need to watch myself when with him. OK, time to get up and at 'em Hot Stuff.....just 'cause you were drinking last night, doesn't mean you get to slack off today. So.....Art goes away on his bike trip for 5 days....you change your name to "Hot Stuff", then go to this huge anniversary party with drinking and dancing and cavorting....staying out 'til the wee hours.......what's that all about?