There's a famous story about a journalist who was trying to get an interview with Peter Gabriel, but for some reason he couldn't get it arranged. Then one morning there's a knock at his hotel door, and the reporter is annoyed because he thinks it's the cleaning lady and he'd rather sleep in. Well, he opens the door, and there's Peter Gabriel standing there saying, "You ordered some words?" Which raises two questions. How and why did Peter Gabriel track him down, and why can't things like that ever happen to me? So, if you could possibly arrange for Peter Gabriel to show up at my place with a box of candy, saying, "You ordered some bon-bons?", I'd be most appreciative. That reminds me of a totally unrelated story. When Lech Walesa was president, he had a bathroom attached to his office. One day while he was taking a bath, the phone rang in his office, and his secretary rushed in to answer it. Her luck having seemingly run out, Walesa rushed in at the same time, wet and naked. "What?", he asked the secretary, who must have been in a state of shock. "Haven't you ever seen a naked president before?" HA! Love that guy.