As long as we're talking about "our" songs. About a week after my W dropped the bomb, I went to a football game. It was the first real thing I did after moping around and being a basket case. It took my attention off of things, and was turning into a good night. As we left the stadium, there was a sax player outside, playing "our" song. It took every bit of self control I had not to burst into tears. Luckily, I haven't heard it since.

Jim

I know God won't give me anything I can't handle. I just wish He didn't trust me so much.