When himr comes through, I'm having you all down for chicken and dumplings, fried catfish and hush puppies, homemade wine and for breakfast cathead biscuits and redeye gravy. We'll maybe drink a cold one at night on the deck and play some old Johnny Cash. If it gets any better than that, then you'll know you made it to heaven! And Hideyhoe, hope to hear more from you-your post was most kindly and hope you post more often. And thank you my friend, jives and all. My sister is doing fine. And God bless the others who lost family this way. The devil is always there but he'll never get me, cause I got Jesus.