Hello everyone. I have something I'm telling to tell but I can't. I wish I could tell you but I can't. Since I can't would the appropriate persons who can tell just get the word. Its killing me. I can't sleep, I can't eat, by the time you do tell I will be a waif that a gentle breeze could blow away probably all the way to the cold north, maybe somewhere in the adirondacks, oh well if I do. I will just drop in on my friends in Lake Placid, New York. Hey Kim, Hi Annette. How are you all doing. As soon as I get the green light I will let you know what the big secret is all about.