DOOR CREAKS----ONE EYE PEERS AROUND THE CORNER. LOTS OF COBWEBS---------DARK-----COLD. MUSTY SMELL. A WEAK VOICE SAYS "WELCOME TO THE TOOL CHEST, IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE ANYBODY CAME TO SEE ME. TELL ME CHILD, DID LINDY MAKE IT TO FRANCE?" METHINKS THE NEWEST TOOL IN THIS SECTION IS A F ORD WRENCH (SNEAKY AIN'T I) NEW SUPER COMPUTER AND I JUST WHIZ AROUND IT LIKE A DEAD POSSUM ON THE HIGHWAY. DOES ANYBODY NEED INSTRUCTION ON CRESENT WRENCHES? CONFUSED BY ALL THOSE SCREWDRIVERS? I'M HERE, BARELY. grin cool