I love getting old. Now I have a neurological problem with my fingers. I used to actually chat. That ability is long gone. Typing is quite a struggle for me. This will all end in about two years as I figure we will have 100% voice recognition. The drugs needed to fix the problem are unacceptable to me. I am a drunk in the evenings but when I wake up and go to work I must be totally there and involved. The reason I posted this is that I admire the depth you all go to to make yourselves understood. I would love to participate in a conversation that went as deep as some here do. I will have to wait a few years. I fit in quite well at BBR thru trite comments. I have learned to compose for power as I will only type so much. Here I want to get in the throw but cant keep up. I have been attempting to type this for an hour. I will be fast when the voice crap takes off. I would really like to give an in depth response to some of the many quality posts I read here. It would take an entire day for me. I have some stupid ailment called essential tremors. Nothing big. My fingers just deny me to a small amount. Medicine has yet to understand what that means to the keyboard driven world as it is so new. I was a quick commentator at BBR. I want to say what I think here but I can not. I will in the future. If I seem quipy, it is the best I can do. Bear with me for the next few years? I really dont mean to be short. I cant help it. As a result I cant take truck with anyone because it would be a thrown out comment not followed by any reason or backing. Make that two hours. I lurk. I see things that interest me. I will smoke every one of your asses when I can make a speech program work right. For now I must primarily listen.