Hey out there; This isn't about shells or flying pigs either. So
delete now. What it is about is Johannes Brahms. I love Brahms. He
never wrote a "Bad" piece of music. But my impression of him is that
he was an old man----Papa Brahms. You've seen his picture. Long Beard,
 all that. And now I find that when he died, he was five years
YOUNGER than me.
    What I am going to do about it, is give up tennis and play golf.
          Art
  (another question: why do they put braile on drive-through bank
machines?)