Ken has made it pretty clear that pure lurking will not be tolerated, so I
thought that I'd take this opportunity to do some participatin' before I'm
asked to leaf.

I'm not a credentialed Preservationist, just a simple restorer of, mostly,
old furniture, and, occasionally, old houses, abiding in beautiful South
Central Mid-Coast Maine, but around here leaftime is a specific unit of
chronological measurement relating our famous regional hesitancy of speech
to the Newtonian drop-time of a maple appendage on a still day in late
Oct., as in "That Flatlander asked him the way to the Meeting House, and it
was three leaftimes before he go his answer".

Hope that helps.

Bruce Marcus