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?)