The point, my impetuous friend, was to demonstrate that whatever Dan touches, turns to gold. He does not intend it it to. He is like Midas, and as it seems to be discovered by now, I love him. But as I said earlier, I am done here, you are my last contact. And if you ARE an artist, then you understand. Dan does so much and neer expects a return. He is better than you or I. We are like leaves that stir about his tree, waiting to be raked by a "farmermam."