@Blickers,
(Hate to go all polish Rastafarian on you but, the first thread was the magical number thirteen. Although the the magical OCD number of twelve seems to thrive, I have to be that mosquito that bites you. you miss. I fly back home thriving (on kool-aid), along with Dorothy's aunt's sister who haunts you forever.
Any who.
True Rastafarians, who were joyfully plaiting their braids, harmonized over smoked ganja, wondered.