> away and I don't have a 'marketable skill'???" freak out. That reminds me of a cartoon: classroom setting, on the chalkboard: "Philosophy Final: Write seven pages on how you're going to earn a living with a degree in philosopy." > him ... And a caption to the effect "While Sunny Acres normally > encouraged their residents to take up hobbies, they tended to > frown upon Ron's selection!" I really like that cartoon!) oblique memories arise of my grandmother telling stories about being in the hospital with polio at age seven. This was the Methodist-Sunday-school-teaching grandmother, who objected to the word 'beer-colored' and insisted my mother use 'amber' instead. So it was particularly striking to hear about gramma organizing wheelchair races in the hallway, which were forceably terminated by one of the winners failing to stop at the top of the stairs and completing the race down on the first floor, with multiple broken bones. Hey, at least it wasn't far to the hospital . . .