Hey Brad,

I remember, with pleasure, when you joked with me about the process, 
something like this:

After I described the balance tests I was doing:

"So you had to shake your head, march up and down, wiggle your finger and 
sing Old McDonald had a farm, all at the same time."

then you described how I would have to try to persuade those in authority 
that I needed it like:

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! BangBangBangBangBangBangBangBang!

"What's going on here?"

"I'm trying to listen with my FM McThingie."

then when we were disappointed that the conditions weren't right for it, you 
said something like:

"Now you'll have to drink a lot of Vodka, punch your fist into the wall and 
sing (I don't remember what, but a sad song).  but of course, that's not a 
Godly way to respond."

Hehehehehehe!

Sharon