No sweat, Mr. Siskin, I've always presumptuously considered you a friend I haven't met yet. There was that light pole that I didn't even notice (crash!) until you pointed it out. I just got ahead of myself in the assuming department.

It had always been interesting to me that the Harold's apostrophy was an inconsistant entity. It would show up here and be absent there. The club was mostly a Full Steam Ahead Juggernaught with a bi-polar at the helm. Correcting a trivial oversight probably was something "Mr." Harrah would do but Harold Sr. had elephants to get on the elevator, mice to chase off the roulette table and horses to ride through the front door. Okay, only one elephant.

Let's have some fun around here!