In a message dated 98-06-15 11:37:07 EDT, you write: > > Once a frail, little old lady at a nursing home offered me a piece of her > > birthday cake if I would stop tuning. >> > I was also tuning in a nursing home when a black object flew through my peripheral vision, past my head, and landed across the room. It was my tuning kit. I turned around to see a lady in a wheel chair, probably in her nineties, waving a finger at me and yelling, "Now pack up your sh_t, and get the hell out of here! Dave Bunch
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