At 04:22 PM 1/3/97 EST, you wrote:

>well, honey, suppose the inevitable happens, and we live out the rest of
>our days right here. we could get the jump on the gun, reserve our seats
>now, and move up the ladder each season.

Lyric alert. I'd offer it to that nice, sensitive Counting Crows dude with
the tres chic dreds.

        --Duncan