<br><br><div class="gmail_quote">On Thu, Jul 3, 2008 at 2:46 PM, <<a href="mailto:RptBob1@aol.com">RptBob1@aol.com</a>> wrote:<br><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex;"> <div style="font-size:10pt;color:#000000;font-family:Arial"><font face="Arial" color="#000000" size="2"> <div> <div>In a message dated 7/3/2008 3:17:30 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time, <a href="mailto:eve_ane@hotmail.co.uk" target="_blank">eve_ane@hotmail.co.uk</a> writes:</div> <blockquote style="padding-left:5px;margin-left:5px;border-left:blue 2px solid"><font style="background-color:transparent" face="Tahoma" color="#000000" size="2">I woul accept advice, except some of it simply sounds the opposite. I came here to seek more about pianos, not be told that you need to make a bigger imput.<br></font></blockquote></div> <div></div> <div>This sentence boggles the mind.  Could you  rephrase it somehow to make your meaning clearer to us all.  I really wish  to know what you are seeking here.</div> <div> </div> <div>Am I alone?</div></font></div></blockquote><div><br><br>Certainly not, Bob.  There are probably many of us who use the delete key and don't make a fuss.  The less we throw back, the sooner the ripples disappear in the pond.</div> </div><br>-- <br>JF